Me Pops used to give blood regularly. One day as he went to do so he ran into an old friend, whom I'll call him Cloyce just to give him a name. "Where you headed, Bill?" Cloyce asked.
Pops told him. "May I ride along?" Cloyce then asked. Sure, Dad told him. He assumed his buddy might want to give blood too.
They soon arrived at the Red Cross building. As a nurse began to prep the old man she asked Cloyce, "Are you here to give blood too, sir?"
"No," he answered. "But someone told me that blood donors get a shot of whiskey afterward to help replenish themselves. Bill don't drink, so I figured I could get his shot."
They made Cloyce wait for Pops out on the sidewalk.
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