You've just spent the last of your money on a 100 pack of christmas cards (enough left to use next year,no-one notices) and tonnes of wrapping paper,enough to redecorate your entire house come next year. And then a 12 year old kid holding a bucket jumps in front of you and politely robs you in broad daylight.
Confused at the ropey introduction to this note? I'm talking about shopping centres and streets being lined from top to bottom with 10 different charities hoping that at the one time of year you have no money you'll be able to spare some change. And i'm talking real change here, ever seen the look you get when you toss something in that isn't silver or paper? Maybe you aren't as tight as me, still it had to be better than ignoring them. A skill I am hoping to improve on as I age.
Only yesterday whilst out with the masses did I encounter about 7 kids dressed as boy scouts or something rattling buckets and informing me where my money would be going. I can tell you where it is now, in my wallet. It's staying there. Fuck off.
It's all so strategic and abusive, they position theirselves so you havn't a hope in hell of dodging them and the more skilled in their trade of glorified beggers will harass you until you get in the range of another one, and so the vicious circle continues.
If I want to give to charity it really isn't going to be whilst i'm out shopping for bags of stuff I don't even get to keep, i'm already in a foul mood that I have to give at christmas, your grinning face only makes the whole ordeal even more shit. If I cared that much I would give at anytime of the year, on my terms. Not in the street infront of a gutted Woolworths. Twats.
A cynical look at the world
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