"Hey, did you buy that book at Borders?"
(corner of Powell and Post)
At first I thought that's an odd line to use to meet a girl. So I corrected him, saying that I got my used book from Green Apple. But duh, I really need to ignore random people on street corners because this J.Crew lookalike worked for Children's International (once I took a moment to let me computer-stressed eyes focus, the official CI binder in tow just gave him away) and was trying to strike up a conversation so that I'd sponsor some kid in Brazil for $18/month, where $8 of my gift would go towards the great conversationalist himself, $9.50 would go towards CI, and perhaps the leftover $.50 would actually reach that poor child in the form of semi-fluoride-filled water accompanied by a born-again Christian missionary on the warpath to spread god's word via holy lollipops and song. Thanks, but no thanks. I'd prefer to donate my non-existent moola to a worthy organization that gives away free livestock.
No comments:
Post a Comment