And they play the worst music. Jim Croce? Please.
I used to give blood at the church over the hill. The first time I walked in there were these huge "Protect Life" banners everywhere with pictures of unborn babies that looked four feet tall. I stopped in my tracks when I saw them and nearly turned around and left.
Then common sense took over and I went in to donate. The Puget Sound Blood Center technician who helped me had all kinds of tattoos on her arms and hands, including pentacles and "666" and images like that.
And no one seemed to notice. Everyone had a pleasant, placid demeanor as they all worked together to do this Good Thing.
And no Jim Croce.