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I was in town today, after getting me implants tightened at the local hospital (Not what you were thinking! Dental implants.....a Brace!) and I thought "Ah, a weekday where I can strowl around town, all the kids be in school, and most people be at work. Plus it was raining, so that would put people off.
However, I was disappointed to see, littered around the pedestrianised main street in Cardiff City Centre, Queen Street, were people holding clipboards.
Now, videogames have taught me one thing, and that's evasion! I'm good at dodging and avoiding these people, though as in videogames, sometimes you have to get caught out. So, being surrounded by a group of them, I kept my head high, took a deep breath, and walked at a fast pace in close proximity to one of these evil creatures.
"Do you buy from home catalogues?" was shouted in my direction. I ignored, not even making eye contact as I carried on walking in a straight line.
"Big issue?"
'Keep walking' I said to myself in my mind.
"Thankyou sir, have a nice life!" he said, making me feel good that I didn't buy a copy. Honest! I never feel guilt as these people usually have 6 dogs, 500 piercings, and a wife and kids at home. no offence to the genuinely homeless people, but in Cardiff, one bloke who died from some disease was found to have had thousands of pounds in cash in an envelope in his pocket! (A few years back in the local paper).
Anyhow, I next get stopped by someone, actually blocking my way. "Can I just spare a few moments of your time, I'm not trying to sell you anything..."
To which I reply, "Good cos I'm not buying anything!"
Most of the rest of the day, I was able to walk freely without being harassed by street sellers, advertisers, Catalogues, Greenpeace people asking me to sign up for £50 a month when I'm only 17 and can't get credit anyway, RAC people, AA people, WWF (not wrestling) protestors, even Mobile Phone cover salesmen!
However, I finally had my last bit of frustration of the day when a group of old age pensioners just suddenly stopped in the middle of the street to find a hanky. I walked straight into them, as I'm a fast walker and didn't have any warning of their quick ceasing to move. I didn't apologies, just walked between them and carried on. After all, it wasn't my fault!
Any other people trying to sell something to me, ended up talking to thin air as I just pretended they didn't exist!
That was my day out today, and all I bought was a magazine! Ah well...
However, I was disappointed to see, littered around the pedestrianised main street in Cardiff City Centre, Queen Street, were people holding clipboards.
Now, videogames have taught me one thing, and that's evasion! I'm good at dodging and avoiding these people, though as in videogames, sometimes you have to get caught out. So, being surrounded by a group of them, I kept my head high, took a deep breath, and walked at a fast pace in close proximity to one of these evil creatures.
"Do you buy from home catalogues?" was shouted in my direction. I ignored, not even making eye contact as I carried on walking in a straight line.
"Big issue?"
'Keep walking' I said to myself in my mind.
"Thankyou sir, have a nice life!" he said, making me feel good that I didn't buy a copy. Honest! I never feel guilt as these people usually have 6 dogs, 500 piercings, and a wife and kids at home. no offence to the genuinely homeless people, but in Cardiff, one bloke who died from some disease was found to have had thousands of pounds in cash in an envelope in his pocket! (A few years back in the local paper).
Anyhow, I next get stopped by someone, actually blocking my way. "Can I just spare a few moments of your time, I'm not trying to sell you anything..."
To which I reply, "Good cos I'm not buying anything!"
Most of the rest of the day, I was able to walk freely without being harassed by street sellers, advertisers, Catalogues, Greenpeace people asking me to sign up for £50 a month when I'm only 17 and can't get credit anyway, RAC people, AA people, WWF (not wrestling) protestors, even Mobile Phone cover salesmen!
However, I finally had my last bit of frustration of the day when a group of old age pensioners just suddenly stopped in the middle of the street to find a hanky. I walked straight into them, as I'm a fast walker and didn't have any warning of their quick ceasing to move. I didn't apologies, just walked between them and carried on. After all, it wasn't my fault!
Any other people trying to sell something to me, ended up talking to thin air as I just pretended they didn't exist!
That was my day out today, and all I bought was a magazine! Ah well...
Edgy wrote:
I said "I never saw the accident."
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*boom boom, teesh*
I said "I never saw the accident."
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*boom boom, teesh*
Whooo! wrote:
> Jehova's witnesses wind me up, tell em you worship the devil and see
> how quick they leave.
I was asked to become one once! I said "I never saw the accident."
> Jehova's witnesses wind me up, tell em you worship the devil and see
> how quick they leave.
I was asked to become one once! I said "I never saw the accident."
Jehova's witnesses wind me up, tell em you worship the devil and see how quick they leave.
"I'm not trying to sell you anything..."
To which I reply, "Good cos I'm not buying anything!"
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Ha ha, I'll have to remember that one!
We get loads of them in Northumberland Street (main shopping street in Newcastle) there's LOADS of the little blighters
To which I reply, "Good cos I'm not buying anything!"
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Ha ha, I'll have to remember that one!
We get loads of them in Northumberland Street (main shopping street in Newcastle) there's LOADS of the little blighters
Well at least they weren't talking to themselves on the internet (like I do)...
they say talking to yourself is the first sign of madness... what does that make someone who types to themselves?
As for street canvassers and their questionnaire ways, I enjoy standing beside them while they attempt to work. Any time they manage to corner someone and start interrogating, I step in and shout 'Run! he's got a gun!' really loudly. That way the innocent can escape from the barrage of mundane questions under the pretence of panic. It also means the researchers will actively avoid you when they see you strolling down the street. And that can be useful.
they say talking to yourself is the first sign of madness... what does that make someone who types to themselves?
As for street canvassers and their questionnaire ways, I enjoy standing beside them while they attempt to work. Any time they manage to corner someone and start interrogating, I step in and shout 'Run! he's got a gun!' really loudly. That way the innocent can escape from the barrage of mundane questions under the pretence of panic. It also means the researchers will actively avoid you when they see you strolling down the street. And that can be useful.
I was in town today, after getting me implants tightened at the local hospital (Not what you were thinking! Dental implants.....a Brace!) and I thought "Ah, a weekday where I can strowl around town, all the kids be in school, and most people be at work. Plus it was raining, so that would put people off.
However, I was disappointed to see, littered around the pedestrianised main street in Cardiff City Centre, Queen Street, were people holding clipboards.
Now, videogames have taught me one thing, and that's evasion! I'm good at dodging and avoiding these people, though as in videogames, sometimes you have to get caught out. So, being surrounded by a group of them, I kept my head high, took a deep breath, and walked at a fast pace in close proximity to one of these evil creatures.
"Do you buy from home catalogues?" was shouted in my direction. I ignored, not even making eye contact as I carried on walking in a straight line.
"Big issue?"
'Keep walking' I said to myself in my mind.
"Thankyou sir, have a nice life!" he said, making me feel good that I didn't buy a copy. Honest! I never feel guilt as these people usually have 6 dogs, 500 piercings, and a wife and kids at home. no offence to the genuinely homeless people, but in Cardiff, one bloke who died from some disease was found to have had thousands of pounds in cash in an envelope in his pocket! (A few years back in the local paper).
Anyhow, I next get stopped by someone, actually blocking my way. "Can I just spare a few moments of your time, I'm not trying to sell you anything..."
To which I reply, "Good cos I'm not buying anything!"
Most of the rest of the day, I was able to walk freely without being harassed by street sellers, advertisers, Catalogues, Greenpeace people asking me to sign up for £50 a month when I'm only 17 and can't get credit anyway, RAC people, AA people, WWF (not wrestling) protestors, even Mobile Phone cover salesmen!
However, I finally had my last bit of frustration of the day when a group of old age pensioners just suddenly stopped in the middle of the street to find a hanky. I walked straight into them, as I'm a fast walker and didn't have any warning of their quick ceasing to move. I didn't apologies, just walked between them and carried on. After all, it wasn't my fault!
Any other people trying to sell something to me, ended up talking to thin air as I just pretended they didn't exist!
That was my day out today, and all I bought was a magazine! Ah well...
However, I was disappointed to see, littered around the pedestrianised main street in Cardiff City Centre, Queen Street, were people holding clipboards.
Now, videogames have taught me one thing, and that's evasion! I'm good at dodging and avoiding these people, though as in videogames, sometimes you have to get caught out. So, being surrounded by a group of them, I kept my head high, took a deep breath, and walked at a fast pace in close proximity to one of these evil creatures.
"Do you buy from home catalogues?" was shouted in my direction. I ignored, not even making eye contact as I carried on walking in a straight line.
"Big issue?"
'Keep walking' I said to myself in my mind.
"Thankyou sir, have a nice life!" he said, making me feel good that I didn't buy a copy. Honest! I never feel guilt as these people usually have 6 dogs, 500 piercings, and a wife and kids at home. no offence to the genuinely homeless people, but in Cardiff, one bloke who died from some disease was found to have had thousands of pounds in cash in an envelope in his pocket! (A few years back in the local paper).
Anyhow, I next get stopped by someone, actually blocking my way. "Can I just spare a few moments of your time, I'm not trying to sell you anything..."
To which I reply, "Good cos I'm not buying anything!"
Most of the rest of the day, I was able to walk freely without being harassed by street sellers, advertisers, Catalogues, Greenpeace people asking me to sign up for £50 a month when I'm only 17 and can't get credit anyway, RAC people, AA people, WWF (not wrestling) protestors, even Mobile Phone cover salesmen!
However, I finally had my last bit of frustration of the day when a group of old age pensioners just suddenly stopped in the middle of the street to find a hanky. I walked straight into them, as I'm a fast walker and didn't have any warning of their quick ceasing to move. I didn't apologies, just walked between them and carried on. After all, it wasn't my fault!
Any other people trying to sell something to me, ended up talking to thin air as I just pretended they didn't exist!
That was my day out today, and all I bought was a magazine! Ah well...