Which Arm Do You Prefer to Use? – Round Two

When donors come into give blood, they

get asked which arm they prefer to use.

Did they prefer to use their dominate arm, all

depending if they were right or left handed,

or one that matched their political leanings,

whether they were liberal or conservative,

or that they just chose to alternate arms each time

they donated to give each arm an equal opportunity

of getting used? Some don’t have a preference

and take whatever bed is currently open,

while others have a vein in one arm that is

more prominent than the other.

Today’s totals were eleven for the left arm

and nine for the right, though one of those donors

choosing the right arm found out that they

were not successful in drawing any of his blood

from that arm, the well came up dry after they tried

multiple times repositioning the needle to find

that magical vein, so being the gracious donor that

he was, and still wishing to donate, he let them

try the other arm, and the second time they struck

gold on the first attempt, for if it too had

turned out to be unsuccessful, he would

have run out of arms for them to try with.

Now he had two bandaged arms and

could tell everyone that he had given twice

to shame those choosing not to sign up.

The Unappreciated Door

Most came into the building

using the door on the right side,

but when they exited the building,

they still used the exact same door, though now

it was considered a door on the left side.

Both doors were unlocked and

I did not hear one of the doors, saying “Use me,

use me,” though maybe I wasn’t listening.

I didn’t understand their use of the same

door coming and going into the building,

especially when it wasn’t always the closest

door to them. I was one of those people who

always chose the door on the right side and

not because I was right handed,

but I had the habit of staying in the right

hand lanes when driving and continued the

habit of staying on the right side when

walking on a sidewalk or using a door.

I could see one using the same door when

activating the switch on the automatic door

if they were handicapped since the

device only worked on the one door,

and I also figured out it didn’t have anything

to do with being right brained or left brained

since I was considered left brained

and still continued to use the door on the right side,

but I knew it still had something to do with the brain,

but it wasn’t a no brainer to me, it was something

that I would never figure out as I sat there

watching people coming and going for five hours.

Doorman

I did not know why they had me sitting

in the lobby where I sat all alone,

with only the television to keep me company,

something I wished would have been turned off

as the station they had it turned to had

programs on it that I found boring as hell,

though there must have been a few

others that found the shows entertaining

for them to still be on the air.

The front door of the company was locked,

with no intercom anywhere in sight to

accommodate visitors to speak with someone within

the building in order to let them in, but I soon

found out that I had another job to perform,

that of being the unofficial doorman for the day,

so from time to time I looked outside to see if

anyone stood in front of the door waiting,

even though I wasn’t a security guard,

having no uniform, or badge, or radio to

communicate with any other security personnel,

to let the visitors into the building,