Him: *spiel* "Vote for me by buying tickets. They're only $1 each." *pause* "No other ugly looking kids have come knocking have they?"
Me: "Yes. They have."
Him: "You didn't vote for them, did you?"
Me: *pause - do I want give him my own spiel on my current charitable contributions. No.* "No. I'm not voting for anyone. But, good luck."
Him: "What? You don't like seeing kids do positive stuff?"
Me: *pause - now offended* "I don't like kids giving me guilt trips. It is not appreciated. Thank you."
Then, I turned around and walked back inside my house. He was the fourth kid to come knocking. I'm just going to stop answering my door. I hate-hate-hate guilt trips. Especially when they come from strangers to me about me not giving them money.
Dammit. When did I become a grumpy old person?
