Fundraisers at my door, and not a cent to spare
The door bell rang yesterday, and the dogs went wild as usual. Fortunately, I still had their leashes on them from a recent walk, so I was able to grab it and control them and they acted like they wanted to eat whomever was at the door. (They are Minature Schauzers, so aren't dangerous, just bossy.) Anyway, there is a young man at my door. He had a chipped front tooth, and he was holding a pretty big coupon book. He was talking pretty fast and slick. All I could make out was "help me out, Help me out, something-something-coupons". I replied, I've purchased those before and I never use them, so no thank you.". That wasn't good enough for him. He insisted, "Help me out, help me out.... don't you want to help me go to college". I stifled a laugh and said, "how old are you?... twelve?. " Because he looked... well.... twelve, and he replied, "no, i'm 16". "Ok... that's cool, but I'm still not buying, ...