Yesterday I went to donate blood. I got put on the bed for a left arm (it always has to be the left, my right arm is stingy) and a minute or so later an older gentleman got put on the bed right next to me for his right arm. We talked a bit while our tech people were getting things ready. I found out he was from South Africa, moved to Chicago, San Diego, then Salt Lake and has been here for 5 years.
While lying on the bed, I had my legs crossed in front of me (I was wearing a knee-length skirt and trying to stay modest). As our blood was being drained, this nice gentleman looked over at me and said, 'you've got very nice legs.' I said 'thank you.' and then started laughing. He started laughing too.
If you're ever in the Murray donor center, watch out for a 50+ year old Casanova.