long lines followed by long cries

So.. in continuation with my previous post, I leave the house around 5:30am to go donate plasma. Under the assumption that arriving there around 5:50 (40 min. before they open), will set me up for a quick departure.... Ooooh no, not the case. Not in the least bit. I arrive to see a line of.. oh, 40 people? What sucks is 3 days ago when I donated, I arrived at 6:30am to find a smaller line then this one? UGH, maybe because it's Friday. Nonetheless, a fairly insteresting occurence came about on the way back. As I'm pedaling under a bridge, I hear this kitten SCREAMING it's little heart out. Crying and crying for what I could only assume, it's mama. It was behind a fence, and it was dark so it was hard to see but man.. Cute little grey kitten keeping it's distance from me as it ran back and forth, and eventually across the street, which was scary... and then out of view. I tried feeding it my peanut butter crackers but it wouldn't oblige. Poor thing.. it makes you think there's something out there in a worse predicament than you. And thus, being thankful for what you have, is a little easier when in the presence of a further deprived being.