their pint from me and I put my arm in the air while holding the cotton gauze against the wound, the pastor looked at me and said, "What are you doing that for?"

Me: "Because she [the phlebotomist] said so."

Pastor: "You're very obedient."

Phlebotomist: "She's finished."

Pastor: *astonished* "Finished?!?" *to me* "All the men in my congregation have a competition to see who bleeds fastest."

Me: "You're making that up."

Pastor: "I'm not."

Pastor's wife: "He's not."

Pastor: *to my phlebotomist* "How long did she take?"

Phlebotomist: *while laughing* "Four minutes, two seconds."

Pastor: *shakes head in disappointment*