It’s Saturday afternoon and your to do list is looking like a Greek epic. You are struggling up the High Street with half a dozen laden shopping bags and then it happens.
You see the teeth first set in an inane grin and they start to move into your path and your shopping is seriously hampering your ability to swerve. You are locked in their sights now, there are is no escape, you are just waiting now for…..
‘good afternoon madam, how are you today? Do you have a minute to talk about children/homeless/Africa/disabled hamsters/impoverished pigeons’.
Yes, you have been ‘charity workered’.
No longer can you duck out of the way of the bucket rattler. No, now they have high visibility jackets, clipboards and they want YOUR BANK DETAILS!
It’s bad enough that you have Stephen Tompkinson on every advert break trying to pull at your heart and purse strings, now you are assaulted on the High Street. No where is safe.
Now don’t get me wrong I’m happy to give to charity but it has to be on my terms. Once you sign up for these things, it will start at £2 a month but they keep on at you for more and more. It’s like an all out guilt tinted war on my money.
The kicker is that these people are getting commission! No people they are not raising funds out of some sense on altruism they are doing it for the money, money, money.
So dear student in with the clipboard, save your quite frankly laughable efforts to flirt for the student union and get the frick out of my way.