At Least She Didn't Pass Out

The Teenager's good intentions came to naught, yesterday, when the staff of the Blood Mobile denied her donation due to the fact that she weighed one pound under their minimum weight. Girlfriend was bummed. I encouraged her to eat a sandwich and to try again next time.

Part of me wonders if her insistence on donating has something to do with her wanting to stock up on good Karma prior to taking her driving test at the Department of Motor Vehicles tomorrow; she may have seen doing a good deed as a way of a gaining Universal Karmic Insurance for a passing grade and the acquisition of her license.

I'm not sure it works that way, but then, what do I know?

One thing I do know is that I will be sworn in as Club Secretary for my women's club come the end of May and, I know this because I got a sneak peek at the ballots and, despite what I was promised when I agreed to run for the office; I am the only candidate on the ballot. This precludes me from campaigning for my competition and ensures a "win" for me despite my fervent wish for exactly the opposite outcome.

Well played, Nominating Committee. Well played.

On the other hand, it isn't the office of First Vice President, which guarantees a three-year sentence commitment so; there's that.

Also, if I take certain liberties with the official meeting Minutes, the position could prove quite entertaining. Not that I would do that; I'm just saying.

But, if I did do it, I would be sure to donate some blood to make up for it. And, I guarantee they would not turn me away for being underweight. Unfortunately.