I went to drop off some film during lunch. The place I take my film is about ten blocks away, a decent walk, but something I was certainly in no mood for, so I walked to the metro, took it the one stop to the photo place and the one stop back. While walking back to the metro after dropping off the film, I am accosted by blonde-haired, blue-eyed, windbreaker-wearing Greenpeace volunteers. The first, a girl, grins, says hello, and asks me if I have a minute to talk to her about Greenpeace. I say, “sorry, I sure don’t.” The second, a boy, standing not seven feet from the girl, gives me a forced ear-to-ear, waves his hand at me and says “Hi!!! Do you have a minute for Greenpeace?” Feeling my oats, I answer, “I have a minute, but not for Greenpeace!”
I have nothing against Greenpeace. I don’t really have anything for them either, especially not money or time. But that’s beside the point. The real reason I said that to him was to see the dropped jaw and wide eyes that he responded with, and to give him something to tell his co-volunteers about. I can’t just sit idly by and let other people have an eventless day now, can I?
Writing this out reminds me about how I got another god-damn call from the State Troopers Association last night. The guy called and introduced himself and said who he was with. I interrupted him by asking for his name again and reminded him that this was the second time he personally had called me and the third time I’ve had to tell someone from his association that I was not interested. I told him this was not a way to get money out of me and he said he was sorry for bothering me.