They just need a pint. And yes, this is my annual post in which I passive-aggressively ask you to donate as well.
But why wouldn’t you? It doesn’t hurt. You get to have nurses fuss all over you when you’re not actually ill. If you’re low on cash but want to be charitable, this is free. And you really do get all the snacks you like afterward because you HAVE to eat sugar. Come on.
Semi-related: unlike my hand surgeon’s staff, who completely whiffed on my first and last name last week, the Red Cross merely misspelled my first name. Progress.
