Oy...I just turned down the littlest and cutest boy scout "cub" (whatever) at the door. He wanted a donation for a project they were doing at the Community Centre.....and do you think I had a buck in my purse? No! I don't even have cheques fortheloveofmike...I use my debit card. I feel like a shit, and he had the longest eyelashes I have ever seen. And when he left he said "that's okay"... and just kept on looking down at his shoes. Whaaaa.. Gord isn't home yet, he is the guy who carries around the cash. I will have to go down to the centre and volunteer or something, because now I feel like a real dumbass. His mom was standing on the cul de sac watching him, and I bet she will be taking house numbers and cursing me for not giving that little cuteball a dime. He had badges and everything.
I don't buy the candy at the door anymore when the kids come promoting school outings etc., because ...I don't eat candy ... and plus the price of a chocolate bar has gone up a buck every year. Forgetaboutsellingmecandy...or Christmas wrapping, or dead frogs. Sometimes it gets a little too much. but this little feller was so cute I would have bought anything offa him, had I had a freaking cent in my pocket.
But...he looked so sad....I'm going to have save some dollar bills and tack them in the soles of my shoes for his sort of thing.
They don't take Mastercard... I asked...he said "huh"........ in his little "cub'" voice.
I hope the little "Cub" isn't mad at Auntie Joan..because he could grow up to be a big bear and burn down my house.