Jesus H Chris. I go shopping, get harassed at the tills for any coins that might just come my way, its for a good cause & people are watching, so you really should just hand them over. You go to leave the store, theres people with collection buckets at the automatic doors, shake shake, you really should give. You get home, theres begging appeals on the door matt, dogs & cats are dying & you don't care, please subscribe just £4 a months for life. Then, the shopping is away, the kids are happy, you settle down with a cuppa & some **** from a charity comes & knocks on the door. **** me, I feel like that guy from falling down, the flies just gone in my eye, you stub your toe, red mist descends. I'm quite normal, I do my bit. But 2011 is taking the piss, the next thing to take a pound of flesh shall be Satan. My tether has ended.
I'll leave it to the kids from Grange Hill to tell you what to do: [video=youtube;jCLs0jv_Efk]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jCLs0jv_Efk[/video]
i prefer to lie mercilessly to them. i looked a girl collecting for unicef straight in the eye and told her i was a UN peace ambassador and was on an official visit to Glasgow.
How weird is this. I just read this thread, there's a loud knock on the door, which I open rather nervously given the way it's all been kicking off just down the road from me. There stands a sleazy looking chap who explains to me that he's not a salesman. He then asks me to sponsor a child. Told him to make himself scarce, of course, but you do feel like a c u next tuesday shutting the door in someone's face when they'rebanging on about starving kids.
A gypsy tried to sell me some "lucky heather" on the Monday after Gig on the Green, she had her malnourished kids in toe. I snapped and shouted "It hasn't that ****ing lucky for you has it?"
lie like a **** its the future, i always stop to rip the piss out of tin rattlers in the street if im have time. I have never yet given them any money though.
I just wait till someone else comes through the door with a big trolley and hide behind the trolley and the person.
If you're happy with the amount that you contribute away from these high street twats, then ignoring them is very easy. Who gives **** what they think?
It was 10 years ago. You may well have been one of those moon-faced simpletons she had hiding in her many skirts.