I swear I find conundrums even when I’m not looking for them. Here’s my latest and greatest.
I recently gave blood – as in donated it to the blood bank, not gave up numerous vials so that it can be tested for any number of tests with exotic abbreviations. I used to be a pretty regular blood donor when I was in college and even after college, but the last time I donated, I got really, really woozy and so I didn’t want to donate unless someone was available to drive me. The problem was, it just wasn’t cool to say to your friend, “hey would you drive me to the donation place, wait for an hour so I can give blood and then drive me home?” Then, once I had found my driver, Mr. X, there were so many things to do and see so giving blood just wasn’t that … exciting. By the time 2006 rolled around, we were thick in the wicket of IF treatment and I was giving plenty of blood as a result of that (plus there were all of the drugs, etc). The last thing I wanted to do was give even more blood.
So, now in 2008, we are now old, boring married people, I have a designated driver and I am not pregnant, haven’t been pregnant in the last six weeks and I’m not in treatment. I decided it was time to once again become a donor of blood. And, the donation itself was pretty anti-climactic, although I think the phlebotomist was a relative of Vampira. I still have a bruise over a week later.
Here’s where the conundrum comes in: the donor ‘gifts’. One was a really nice totebag, perfect for carrying the groceries to avoid those icky plastic bags.
The other one?
A gift certificate to a SportsClips whose tag line is “Guys Win”. And, in case there was any confusion about whether or not a lady could get a hair cut there, here is a quote from their website:
At Sport Clips, we’ve created the perfect place for a guy to get great service and a great haircut. Our mission is to create a championship haircut experience for men and boys in an exciting sports themed environment. Stop in today for the ultimate just-for-guys haircut experience!
Not only does this sound as enticing as having nails driven into my skull, I am not a guy. I can’t use the darn thing and while I am fortunate to have Mr. X in my life and I can give it to him, what about those ladies who don’t? Why give a gift that only half the population can use?
Do I complain to the blood bank about this obviously gender-specific gift since I’m sure that there are quite a few ladies who donate blood, too, or am I making a mountain out of a mole hill and I should just take my tote bag, clutch it to my obviously female bosom and continue on my merry way?
What would YOU do, dear reader?