So earlier today I had a solicitor come to the door of my house, my wife answered (not knowing who was there) and I was in the other room, but I could hear this fast talker, guy is giving her this long story how he is a part of this organization of young guys trying to turn their lives around, blah blah blah and does she believe in second chances etc etc going on and on and not getting to the point, I felt at that point my wife was stuck, so finally I had enough and walk to the door (I'm not even in pants, I'm in boxer briefs lol) and I'm like "how can I help you?" And he goes "I thought you'd never ask" and the the truth comes out and he tells us he is selling magazine subscriptions, so I'm like "no thank you", and he goes "can i ask why you don't want to help out?" And I go "just not interested" so his reply was "Ok thank you, I'll be sure to tell your neighbors you couldn't afford it!" and I'm like "yeah whatever" and shut the door!
Is that his, "in your face" moment? Am I supposed to run after him and be like, oh please please don't tell my neighbors I'll buy all your magazines!! Fucking idiot!
This is so odd.....
I do a lot of nonprofit work for the local Boys and Girls Club. Our area is running out of funding, mind you I've donated over $100k this year alone and we're just halfway through January, so today I decided to donate my time going throughout the neighborhood to see if the community felt 1) a need for the program and 2) a willingness to donate.
Most people were friendly, which was nice given the fact that we came to their homes unannounced, and many were gracious enough to donate (for as little as a $5 gift they were eligible for a magazine subscription ($5-15 = 3 months, $16+ got a year depending on the magazine).
Towards the end of my run, about 5 o'clock, I came to this one home where a woman answered the door. I explained the situation to her several times but she wouldn't commit to donating, she just kept asking me to repeat myself. After numerous times of thanking her I tried to walk away but she kept asking what she could do to help.
After about 30 minutes of the endless back and forth her husband emerged from the back, covered in sweat wearing nothing but off white tube socks and soiled boxer briefs that were about 3 sizes to small. He suspiciously eye balled me and asked what I wanted. I explained my mission to him and he laughed and asked if I worked out (mind you its pretty obvious to everyone I do, I try to dress modestly and stay covered up but at my size there's only so much I can do
).
Now the "gentleman" standing before me was a heavy set perma bulker at best, I could sense his true intentions, he had been sizing me up, so I quickly said no. He stared me down and the was an awkward silence for what seemed to be an eternity before he said, "it figures". The next 15 minutes were spent of him talking, non stop, about being a bodybuilder, competitions he'd done and been to, he and his friends drug free stance, who he's meet, schoming, etc...
I politely tried to excuse myself from the conversation when he stopped to wipe the sweat from his breasts, as I was well aware they had no intention of donating, but as I did he hurriedly mumbled something about meeting "the big ache ( at least this is what I think he said)" as he glanced nervously at the soiled crotch area on his under pants. By now I had had enough and starting walking away when he shouted "I can't stand you Hebrews! "
Not knowing how to take that as an african american and being he was some type of Arab living in an almost exclusive Jewish community I simply stated that I would gladly inform his neighbors of his comments. At that he slammed his door and I left.
Some people.
