This time, I’m more here to talk about something that I assume most people hate: the cheggars. Charity Beggars; the people who stop you on your way to anywhere and want your attention while they talk about their donation-driven company, what they do and how you should totally donate to them!
I hate them. My mother hates them. I notice that I get picked a lot. Why? Do I look like a Goody Two-Shoes? Or just like the easy to persuade schmuck they can get money out of? I overall don’t like being interrupted when I’m going somewhere. And majority of the time, I honestly don’t have money to donate. If I have more than enough disposable income and don’t need to pettily question every single cent I use, I might donate. But definitely not if you persistently follow me. Thankfully, I can get them to leave me alone with a quick shake of the head and “No.” Though, one time, I waved one off and gave a really throaty cough; yeah, I had a bad cold at the time. She did say that she hopes I get better soon.
Now, my mom is more confrontational with them. And these two instances were some of the worst she has had with them.
First, at the time of the Oktoberfest. She was at one of the entrances and typing on her phone, a business e-Mail in regard of her side-business she’s got going on. There she is, typing, and a cheggar comes up to her.
Cheggar: "You know, not everyone has the privilege of having a phone!" =D
My mom stopped typing and gave her The Look. A pretty menacing look if you stare at it for too long; she was mostly just glaring at her with the thoughts, “Seriously? You can see that I am busy. Yes, it’s an e-Mail I’m typing, but it’s a business e-Mail. I cannot believe you would bug me. Especially with such a stupid line.”
Well, that (female) cheggar left and, a minute later, a male one approaches my mother.
Cheggar #2: "C’mon, everyone deserves a second chance."
Mom: (gives him The Look, too) "Your colleague interrupted me from my personal business. And now you are doing the same? For. Get. It."
And that was that. Now, the second bad one was just recent. She’s coming up from the sub-station via escalator and already spots the cheggar staring at her from the top. She already gives him a headshake of “Don’t even bother.”
Mom: "No. Look, I don’t want to talk to someone who wants me to donate to something that is your employer, which is for a cause that you should be volunteering for, if it means that much to you."
Cheggar: "…WOULD YOU VOLUNTEER FOR A JOB WHERE YOU GET INSULTED FOR 10 HOURS A DAY!?"
Mom: "If you stand here and let yourself get insulted for 10 hours, that’s not my problem."
I don’t know what that guy’s problem was. My mom was not insulting him; she was criticizing what his job involved. And I feel like, if you are the type of person who cannot tolerate criticism, you shouldn’t have this type of job, either. Anyone going into this cheggar business would know that majority of your day will be spent…
A) being ignored by pedestrians
B) rejected by pedestrians
C) blabbing stuff to the pedestrians you did manage to catch, but likely are too polite to tell you to back off
Yeah, you need a tough armor for this job. (And that doesn’t count the whole weather-exposure you have) So, in that aspect, I do have respect for them. But if I tell you on my way into, say, the mall that I have no interest in your purpose, do not try to nab me on my way out.