Nov 21, 2008

ring my bell

It's that time of year again. You leave a store and there they are. Ringing & jingling their bells. They eyeball you and when you don't drop any money into their buckets, they yell "have a good night" just to make sure you make eye contact with them. Or maybe it's to make you feel like an ass for not giving. I always respond back with a cheerful "'night". But then I walk back to my car feeling lousy.

I'm broke as fuck right now! Sure if I actually used cash these days I would spare some of my change and place it into their buckets. But its usually few and far between when I actually have coins or paper on me. Even if I did give, the minute I come out of another store there's a fresh new face eagerly awaiting me to reach into my pocket and when I don't, I feel their eyes burning a hole into the back of my head. I can't give to them all! I can't dole out cash to every one of these fuckers standing outside a store front. I know they are there to try to collect and help those less fortunate. But instead of me feeling like I'm helping & doing a good deed, I feel pressured and judged. I wish they weren't there. I wish if you want to give to a cause, you can go to an agency and donate; not feel bullied.

And in the back of my mind I wonder if they are legit. I mean really, how hard would it be to get a bell and a bucket. I've seen them with a white plastic bucket before. That's it! Hmmm, what a great idea. I could use the cash.
*just joking.

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