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Show "Is that good or bad?" said the man. "I don't know." Another girl in white appeared, carrying a pair of thermometers. After that, the man and woman had their blood pressure taken. Then there were questions. "Been in good health?" "Yes." "Taken any medications in the last . . . ?" "No." "Suffered recently from . . . ?" The questions and answers echoed back and forth between the cubicles for a minute, then the examination was over. The man and woman stepped out. They had passed. In their hands they held their prizes, plastic blood bags and coils of clear plastic tubing. They also had their own personalized file folders. "I don't know if you know this or not," said one of the girls to the woman, "but if you give eight times in four weeks you get a bonus." "How wonderful," said the woman. A minute later they were lying side by side on cots twenty-two and twenty-three. Still they could see the man in white shoes and pants and white lab jacket moving stealthily around the room on rubber soles. He was obviously the one who would take their blood. They kept their heads up. In this part of the building the distraction of the television had been replaced by the drone of an FM radio station, which was a slight improvement. |
