The post man has been very kind to me this week, with numerous packages of clothes that don’t fit and will never get sent back as I’m too lazy and my donor card (yep everything bar the eyes because how am I supposed to haunt people when I’m gone). This instantly makes me feel like a better person (donor card trumps any eco sod who recycle or those who use eco friendly cars), but sadly this is not the case as I’m still a poor excuse for a human being.
My new donor card posed a couple of questions, firstly should I finally decide to take care of myself so someone could actually have a useable organ, most certainly not as my life revolves around Cheerios, Seinfeld and del boy style drinks, so alas there just simply isn’t any time to be active or healthy.
The second being that I personally feel that your donor card should come with a internationally recognised get out of jail free card, I know what you’re thinking but with such a good should come the ultimate perk. Drunk and disorderly, fighting, social faux par and just any form of frowned upon mishaps that you may have committed, flash that little blue card and BOOM instantly off the hook. It should act as symbol to any form of authority that yes I have a tendency to be dick but really I’m A-OK.
Surely if this came as a part of the deal when signing up they wouldn’t need to show those disturbing adverts anymore and maybe the NHS might even have abundance of organs or least enough surplus to create some sort organ Frankenstein to scare small children and nurses.
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