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That's what I think now everytime I walk through Leicester city centre. You see, the place seems to be full of those people with clipboards who stand about wanting to ask you stupid questions.
"No, I don't want to help you find a name for your new car that will probably end up having a crap advert on telly for."
"No, I don't want to fill in your crap questionnaire and then maybe, just maybe, completely fail to win a cruise to the carribean."
"No, I don't want a new credit card."
"Look, just **** off and leave me alone, I'm busy and don't give a **** what you have to say."
It's like I'm some kind of beacon for the *******. The 15 people in front on me will pass by, unassaulted, free to carry on with their normal day. But not me, oh no.
Everytime that I have gone into town, for about the past 3 weeks, I have been attacked by a member of this group of people, that seem to have absolutely nothing better to do. Do they enjoy doing this, or is it just a job given them some an agency that must be run by a right git? "Pick on all the people who wear glasses today lads, and all the students tomorrow." That's me got two days in a row then.
"Sorry mate, I have £7.50 on me, and that has to feed me for the next week, so I can't donate". And it's true, I really am THAT poor, until the next loan cheque comes in.
But they don't belive me. And now they've started hunting in packs, I'm sure of it. They stand around in a group until they see me approach, then spread out, so wherever I walk, they can get me.
They really are *****, and I hate them.
"No, I don't want to help you find a name for your new car that will probably end up having a crap advert on telly for."
"No, I don't want to fill in your crap questionnaire and then maybe, just maybe, completely fail to win a cruise to the carribean."
"No, I don't want a new credit card."
"Look, just **** off and leave me alone, I'm busy and don't give a **** what you have to say."
It's like I'm some kind of beacon for the *******. The 15 people in front on me will pass by, unassaulted, free to carry on with their normal day. But not me, oh no.
Everytime that I have gone into town, for about the past 3 weeks, I have been attacked by a member of this group of people, that seem to have absolutely nothing better to do. Do they enjoy doing this, or is it just a job given them some an agency that must be run by a right git? "Pick on all the people who wear glasses today lads, and all the students tomorrow." That's me got two days in a row then.
"Sorry mate, I have £7.50 on me, and that has to feed me for the next week, so I can't donate". And it's true, I really am THAT poor, until the next loan cheque comes in.
But they don't belive me. And now they've started hunting in packs, I'm sure of it. They stand around in a group until they see me approach, then spread out, so wherever I walk, they can get me.
They really are *****, and I hate them.
It's not just in the streets, they come to your doors!
"Hi, Is it alright if I ask you a question?"
"No..."
"Do you think there will ever be peace in the world?"
"No"
"Thanks for your time"
And the weird thing? They didn't even note down what I said.
Crazy.
"Hi, Is it alright if I ask you a question?"
"No..."
"Do you think there will ever be peace in the world?"
"No"
"Thanks for your time"
And the weird thing? They didn't even note down what I said.
Crazy.
monkey_man wrote:
> Picture the scene.
> Me and Snuggly walking through local town centre.
> Stopped by clipboard woman.
> "Sorry, can't stop".
> *woman mutters* "w@nker".
> Snuggly in pseudo-genius comic reply:
> "WHY DON'T YOU GET A PROPER F*CKING JOB!?!?"
> We skip off merrily.
Spot on!
I'd love to shout that out at some of them...
> Picture the scene.
> Me and Snuggly walking through local town centre.
> Stopped by clipboard woman.
> "Sorry, can't stop".
> *woman mutters* "w@nker".
> Snuggly in pseudo-genius comic reply:
> "WHY DON'T YOU GET A PROPER F*CKING JOB!?!?"
> We skip off merrily.
Spot on!
I'd love to shout that out at some of them...
And I have yet to receive any free deodorant from the ordeal.
There was another time when a middle-aged woman stoppped me. She was quite polite so I couldn't really ignore her.
Anyway, she then proceeded to ask me lots of questions about deodorant, what ones I bought, which ones I liked, etc. She then showed me lots of pictures of logos and pictures from the deodorant TV adverts and quizzed me about them.
Even though I watch lots of TV, my mind froze and I was completely usless at answering any of the questions so ended up looking stupid. If I'd have known I was going into to town to answer questions about which deodorant Tom Green flogs I'd have done some swotting up before I left the house.
I guess it shows the TV adverts don't work on me the way they should.
Anyway, she then proceeded to ask me lots of questions about deodorant, what ones I bought, which ones I liked, etc. She then showed me lots of pictures of logos and pictures from the deodorant TV adverts and quizzed me about them.
Even though I watch lots of TV, my mind froze and I was completely usless at answering any of the questions so ended up looking stupid. If I'd have known I was going into to town to answer questions about which deodorant Tom Green flogs I'd have done some swotting up before I left the house.
I guess it shows the TV adverts don't work on me the way they should.
Picture the scene.
Me and Snuggly walking through local town centre.
Stopped by clipboard woman.
"Sorry, can't stop".
*woman mutters* "******".
Snuggly in pseudo-genius comic reply:
"WHY DON'T YOU GET A PROPER ******* JOB!?!?"
We skip off merrily.
Me and Snuggly walking through local town centre.
Stopped by clipboard woman.
"Sorry, can't stop".
*woman mutters* "******".
Snuggly in pseudo-genius comic reply:
"WHY DON'T YOU GET A PROPER ******* JOB!?!?"
We skip off merrily.
(Dark) Mark and I were in Cardiff city centre a couple weeks ago, and this bloke stopped Mark and asked if he was a natural blonde.
Mark said yes.
The bloke (who was bald) then said something like "Then you're perfect to contribute to our charity" and without even finding out what charity it was, Mark gave him money.
He then went on to ask if my hair is natural brown.
I said yes.
He said the same spiel and I, slightly shaking my pocket full of change, said I didn't have any spare change.
He then said, "I accept notes"
That's where I walked off.
Note: Companies and charities that will be destroyed if they continue to harass me (yes, I'll build up a law suit) through Cardiff:
Oxfam
RNLI
Claims Direct
Greenpeace
Other similar claims people
Big Issue sellers
RAC
and many...many others.
If any use the tactics they used on my mum to stop me, they better expect a bloody nose - for one shoved their arm infront of my mum's face then asked if she had a minute to spare. I would see it as self defence to hit them...
Mark said yes.
The bloke (who was bald) then said something like "Then you're perfect to contribute to our charity" and without even finding out what charity it was, Mark gave him money.
He then went on to ask if my hair is natural brown.
I said yes.
He said the same spiel and I, slightly shaking my pocket full of change, said I didn't have any spare change.
He then said, "I accept notes"
That's where I walked off.
Note: Companies and charities that will be destroyed if they continue to harass me (yes, I'll build up a law suit) through Cardiff:
Oxfam
RNLI
Claims Direct
Greenpeace
Other similar claims people
Big Issue sellers
RAC
and many...many others.
If any use the tactics they used on my mum to stop me, they better expect a bloody nose - for one shoved their arm infront of my mum's face then asked if she had a minute to spare. I would see it as self defence to hit them...
Poor dude!
I was waiting for some people at the bus station musta been a week or so ago. Some random old lady who sounded foreign came up to me and started talking about God and gave me a leaflet... I couldn't exactly say I couldn't stop and chat, I was sitting at a bus station... anyway, then I think she missed her bus... hehe
I got stopped in town a few months ago my a couple of well-dressed church types asking me about God. I was walking along minding my own business and our eyes met, and I knew they were going to approach me. I said I didn't have the time time to stop and talk (which was obviously a lie).
I felt a bit rude being that offhand, but I didn't want to be stuck talking to these damn freaks.
I felt a bit rude being that offhand, but I didn't want to be stuck talking to these damn freaks.
That's what I think now everytime I walk through Leicester city centre. You see, the place seems to be full of those people with clipboards who stand about wanting to ask you stupid questions.
"No, I don't want to help you find a name for your new car that will probably end up having a crap advert on telly for."
"No, I don't want to fill in your crap questionnaire and then maybe, just maybe, completely fail to win a cruise to the carribean."
"No, I don't want a new credit card."
"Look, just **** off and leave me alone, I'm busy and don't give a **** what you have to say."
It's like I'm some kind of beacon for the *******. The 15 people in front on me will pass by, unassaulted, free to carry on with their normal day. But not me, oh no.
Everytime that I have gone into town, for about the past 3 weeks, I have been attacked by a member of this group of people, that seem to have absolutely nothing better to do. Do they enjoy doing this, or is it just a job given them some an agency that must be run by a right git? "Pick on all the people who wear glasses today lads, and all the students tomorrow." That's me got two days in a row then.
"Sorry mate, I have £7.50 on me, and that has to feed me for the next week, so I can't donate". And it's true, I really am THAT poor, until the next loan cheque comes in.
But they don't belive me. And now they've started hunting in packs, I'm sure of it. They stand around in a group until they see me approach, then spread out, so wherever I walk, they can get me.
They really are *****, and I hate them.
"No, I don't want to help you find a name for your new car that will probably end up having a crap advert on telly for."
"No, I don't want to fill in your crap questionnaire and then maybe, just maybe, completely fail to win a cruise to the carribean."
"No, I don't want a new credit card."
"Look, just **** off and leave me alone, I'm busy and don't give a **** what you have to say."
It's like I'm some kind of beacon for the *******. The 15 people in front on me will pass by, unassaulted, free to carry on with their normal day. But not me, oh no.
Everytime that I have gone into town, for about the past 3 weeks, I have been attacked by a member of this group of people, that seem to have absolutely nothing better to do. Do they enjoy doing this, or is it just a job given them some an agency that must be run by a right git? "Pick on all the people who wear glasses today lads, and all the students tomorrow." That's me got two days in a row then.
"Sorry mate, I have £7.50 on me, and that has to feed me for the next week, so I can't donate". And it's true, I really am THAT poor, until the next loan cheque comes in.
But they don't belive me. And now they've started hunting in packs, I'm sure of it. They stand around in a group until they see me approach, then spread out, so wherever I walk, they can get me.
They really are *****, and I hate them.