I had a slightly embarrassing blood donation moment a couple of years ago. I saw someone leave their (locked bc they're not supposed to leave the store!!!) target shopping cart a mere hundred or so feet from the curb, so I grabbed it to put it back out of other cars' ways and I hit into it with my leg. Ouch! After I moved the cart back, I noticed my thigh, where I had hit it was half covered in blood. I was wearing my favorite pants! I ran into the mall (where I used to work), holding my pant leg off my thigh, walking as quick as I could to my store so I could wash my pants and assess my damage. I was dripping blood through the hallways and through my store. I even got blood on my store's bathroom doorway. I ran into the bathroom without saying anything, and ripped my pants from my body, only to see that my leg was barely even scratched. WTF?! I then looked at my finger, where I received the prick for the mini blood iron test, and saw that the finger was the asshole bleeding all over myself. THAT TINY PIN PRICK! If I never held onto my pants, I never would've continued to bleed all over them. I was in the bathroom for at least 20 minutes, scrubbing them with the shitty factory ordered hand soap, and a couple coworkers were knocking the door, worried about me bc all they saw was me rushing through the store, covered in blood. My angry cart grabbing totally opened the flood gates to my tiny finger hole. XD

Oh, and yes...I saved my pants. There's not even a hint of a stain on them. <3!