I was walking down the street this morning with a smile on my face. This was prompted by two things. First, I’d gone for a “routine” blood test, and it only required one stick with a small gauge needle, and no wiggling. Second, I was walking by a cafe, and I had the option of going in, buying some coffee, and actually drinking it.
(I didn’t, but I could have. It was nice to have an option.)
What? You don’t experience little thrills from getting a needle stick and then walking past a Starbucks? Huh. Well then.