We’re All Just Blood-Flavored Capri-Suns
I work as a phlebotomist. One day, I get a little hypoglycemic while working, and I grab a Capri-Sun to get some glucose in me.
My hands shaking a little bit, I keep stabbing the pouch with the straw, and the straw keeps not penetrating. Finally, with a grunt, I manage to work it through. I bring the beverage to my mouth only to find a patient staring at me with wide eyes.
Patient: “Uh… Is there someone else — anyone else — who can draw my blood, please?”
Me: “Why?”
Patient: “No offense, but after watching you stab that juice pack seventeen times with the straw, I can’t help but imagine you doing that to my arm.”
Me: “Oh. Okay.”
I fetched someone else to do his arm. It was a very embarrassing event, and I felt bad about it for weeks after. I’ve never since attempted to drink a juice pack while at work.