I was scheduled to give platelets at the Red Cross today, I donate on a set schedule. I asked the guy who did my work up if he did anything exciting last night. He told me he didn't do anything except to go out at midnight to shoot guns with his neighbors. I asked him if he had any idea where those bullets end up. He looked at me as if I just asked him to solve a complicated physics problem or something. I asked if he had ever heard of people being struck by such bullets or property damage or anything like that. This time he looked at me as if I had 2 heads. He said, "I never thought about it."

He must have just been born.