'Hi'
'Hello'
'I'm from the University of New South Wales and today we're doing a survey on young drivers under the age of 25...'
'Oh I'm over that.'
'Really?'
'Yeah.'
'OK then. Thanks!'

The rest was quick. I filled in the form at work already. There's another guy renewing his license next to me.

'Read the bottom line please.'
'Q-O-E-T-V-P-U-G.'

I'm thinking, I don't wanna do the eyetest with my glasses. I'm thinking, I don't want an 'S' on my license. I'm thinking, hang on. That's the same chart I'd be looking at. That's the same bloody chart! I'm thinking, can I remember that? What he just said?

Q-O-E-P-U what?

My turn.

'Can I try without my glasses?'
'Sure.'

The little door opens.

'Can you read me the fourth line from the bottom?'

Fourth line? Fourth line? That line's big! The fool next to me gets the bottom line and I get the big arse fourth line from the bottom? That bottom line could be spelling my own name and I wouldn't be able to read it. But the fourth, it's friggin' huge!

OK, here goes.

'That's fine. Thanks.'

So now I'm thinking, do I really wanna be a donor? Am I gonna be gunned down by some Mafia hitman looking for a pancreas?

'All done. Now take a seat in front of the camera.'

What the hell does a pancreas even do?

'Chin up a bit.'

Maybe I can do without one.

'That's it. Thank you. It'll be ready in a couple of minutes.'

Hey cool. Lucky I wore a yellow T-shirt. With the gold band I look colour co-ordinated.

OK. Back to work.

pan·cre·as ( P ) Pronunciation Key (pngkr-s, pn-)
n.
A long, irregularly shaped gland in vertebrates, lying behind the stomach, that secretes pancreatic juice into the duodenum and insulin, glucagon, and somatostatin into the bloodstream

Hmmm... Maybe I can do without one.

Or maybe not.