I tested my blood pressure at a drugstore this afternoon. While I was sitting at the machine with the band around my arm, an older woman walked up and stood over me watching. She made no attempt at concealing the fact that she was reading my blood pressure. When the machine was done and I'd received my reading, she muttered, "A little high," in that tsk-tsk voice grammar school teachers use to demean you. I was wondering if she would sit down to have her blood pressure read, and I was not disappointed that she took a seat and kicked up the machine. I sat on her lap waiting for that reading to come up. Unfortunately, this old woman's blood pressure was at much healthier levels than my own, so I couldn't even shove it in her face that she'll die much sooner than me.
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