SERV

On Saturday morning, a man with a collection box said "Good Morning" to me as I entered Sainsbury's.

I replied to him, and went straight by. However, once inside, and I had secured my trolly, etc, I remembered that I had a load of shrapnel (coins) in my bag, so I returned to the man with the collection box.

"I hope you don't mind if I offload all my 'heavy metal' on you" I asked.

"Everything is welcome" he replied cheerily, as I emptied a load of copper and silver coins into his box. 

I have no idea how much I gave him, but it was certainly no more than a couple of quid.

"Here, have one of these" he said, sticking a red paper badge on my T shirt.

I thanked him profusely, and continued with my shopping.

It was two days later that I looked at the sticker to see what I'd given my money towards; it could have been for supplying Hamas with bullets for all I knew!

Looking at the sticker, I was a bit bemused. I had no idea what SERV was, so I looked it up. What I discovered rather surprised me.

It seems that they are a bunch of local voluntary, motorbike, deliverers of blood, for the NHS. Hells Bloody Angels.

If I'd known that before, I might have given them some paper money as well.