Cat Sitter Tries Not To Act Like A Baby And Fails

I had to have blood taken early this morning before I began my cat sitting rounds. As the technician drained one of my veins, I spotted a box of Garfield bandages. I knew these were for children, but I desperately wanted one and had to make a split-second decision on how best to get one. I could have just asked for one outright. But I didn't want to look like a baby, so I decided it would be best to hint around.

"So, you have Garfield bandages," I commented.

"Yeah, those are for kids," the technician said, not taking the hint and going on to talk about how my doctor had ordered a lot of tests, so he needed to take several tubes of blood.

I worried that I might pass out if he was taking that much blood from me, but I tried to remain focused on my ultimate goal, which was getting one of those Garfield bandages.

It was hard to get the technician back on the subject, though, as he kept going on and on about how much blood he had to take from me. "We're filling up a lot of vials here," he said. "One after the other."

"I love cats," I blurted out. "I'm a cat sitter."

He still didn't get the hint, instead talking about how much paperwork his job required and noting that he'd need multiple signatures from me when he was done depleting me of blood.

Finally I broke down and asked, "Are those Garfield bandages really just for children?"

Then he got it. "Do you want a Garfield bandage?" he inquired.

"Oh yes!" I answered.

Getting blood drawn is never fun, but I left the lab with a Garfield bandage on my arm, and that made my day.