bad deed for the day

[deathboy]

Well, I think I've just been a cunt to somebody rather badly.

BUT, I remain convinced that they were a larger cunt.

Allow me to explain:

Taking Corben to playgroup today, I pop into Tesco. I spend a few quid on some cartons of juice and some snacks to eat on the way.

I walk past a guy taking donations for some child-cancer charity.

Now, I'm broke, and payday is in a few days. I give to charity, not like it's anybody's business if/how/when. I'm neither a big-hearted philanthropist, nor a scrooge. Like most people, I assume.

I've got earphones in, and I'm pushing a pram at speed as I'm in a hurry. I take a wide berth around the guy and don't make eye-contact with him.

That, right there, is your clear sign that I DO NOT WISH TO DONATE THANKS.

He turns around, tracking me as I pass, trying to make eye contact, and goes from:

"Donation for kids cancer charity, mate?"

to

"Kids, mate?"

"Little kids, mate - kids with cancer!" - as I pass by.

Enough! Fuck this.

I turn around, tell him "Would you stop hassling people as they go by, please?"

Turn on my heel, march Corben out of Tesco.

Fucker follows me up out into the carpark and up the street.

"Excuse me! OY! Excuse Me! EXCUSE ME!! EXCUSE ME!!!" (x10)

Have to say, I thought he'd relent. He did not. He catches up with me.

"Have you ever had a kid in great Ormond's Street hospital, dying of cancer? EH?? WELL I HAVE! PEOPLE LIKE YOU MAKE ME SICK!"

Then he turns on his heel and fucks off.

I get out of the car-park and am really not fucking happy at all.

Soooooo, inevitably, I turn around and walk back IN to fucking Tesco, go to customer services, ask for a manager and explain what just happened.

A dear old Cockerny Grandma behind me in the queue added veracity to my claims with a cheerful

"Yeah! I seen 'im doing that, comin' after yer up the car park, I thought it was right out of order!"

ANYWAYS, the manageress that rocked up was immediately aghast that the guy would engage me, let alone chase after me. She apologised and immediately went and asked him to leave (am really glad she was sympathetic as I was a bit shaky and not really up for another confrontation).

I fucked off pronto, lest the fucker decided he wanted another go at me. Cowardly? Yep, but you can't fight very well with a pram in tow.

So that's probably just taken some geezer who's kid died and who gave up his monday to look for charitable donations for the hospital she spent her last months in, and kicked him right in the cock.

But fuck it. No. You don't fucking hassle people like that. If you can't be polite and good-tempered with the public, find another way to donate to your charity, man. Do a voluntary admin role. Go on a fun-run.

Pick something where you won't have to run in to cunts like me because the world's fucking chock-full of them.

Comments

[kest]

He doesn't know a thing about you, and he should realize that....I mean, let's just say you *did* have a kid with cancer (god forbid). And you are out shopping with your other little one, stressed to death. The first thing you are going to want to do is donate to a cancer charity, right? Nuh-uh, all your money is already going into the hospital, most likely, and the last thing you'd need is another reminder.

That guy made some big assumptions about you, that rather than having issues of your own, that you were instead some kind of unfeeling heartless jerk - but in reality it is his compassion that was lacking, not yours.

[miss_squiddy]

This.