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I have a set routine (most of the time) when I go out to do my food shopping in the town. I know what shops I'm going into, and mostly what route I'll be taking to get to each of them.
Back home, you can't get very far without there being someone doing market research of some sort.
Anyway, back to here.
Recently whenever I'm in town there are people waiting with clipboards down one stretch of the road I go down. First it was some guy working for one of those accident legal companies that get people compensation for stuff, he kept on trying to find out if anything I've done in the past 3 years could get me compensation, which almost made me miss getting a charlies angels DVD as it was near closing time.
In the past month however the market researchers have been seemingly replaced by the charity people, being over the age of 18 I seem to be a target for them.
You can spot from a distance, they're the ones people ignore as they pass them. (this is going somewhere)
I pretty much always stop if one of them says something to me (not that I won't stop if its a guy), they do their talk and I listen and it ends up with me saying I can't contribute at the moment, but in the future I would be interested, I get the web address off of them and they let me continue with my shopping.
Friday afternoon I'd changed my pattern slightly and bought my magazines first, then continuing down the road I see one guy trying to get the attention of passers by, I figure the other one must be taking the other main road which joins this road.
I continue walking thinking about stuff and the guy calls out "woolworths" so I stop and turn towards him (I was carrying a woolworths bag), he asks my age, presumably to check if I am over 18.
Then he says "We're looking for cocaine dealers"
so I smile and he says "so you're interested then, I'm just joking"
I was waiting for the speach, but instead I got this...
"I'm trying to raise money for (I won't say what charity) and we're selling these magazines in order to do this, now the magazines are rubbish, they try, but they're not that good, but if you could but one it would be a great help."
Knowing that these things cost £3 each, I explained that I pay for everything by card and so I don't carry cash around with me, said if I had the cash I would get one.
He said "at least you had the decency to stop"
It was a different approach, from what usually happens and was funny (for me it was).
I usually stop because the few minutes that it takes isn't much out of my time and I usually learn something from most of them ( the charity ones anyway).
I know some people find them a nuisance (the market researchers "I'm not trying to sell you anything")
I was just wondering what peoples think about them, or if anyone has any amusing or interesting stories about them.
Oh and I appologise if the anecdote is lame (for anyone thats read this far).
Back home, you can't get very far without there being someone doing market research of some sort.
Anyway, back to here.
Recently whenever I'm in town there are people waiting with clipboards down one stretch of the road I go down. First it was some guy working for one of those accident legal companies that get people compensation for stuff, he kept on trying to find out if anything I've done in the past 3 years could get me compensation, which almost made me miss getting a charlies angels DVD as it was near closing time.
In the past month however the market researchers have been seemingly replaced by the charity people, being over the age of 18 I seem to be a target for them.
You can spot from a distance, they're the ones people ignore as they pass them. (this is going somewhere)
I pretty much always stop if one of them says something to me (not that I won't stop if its a guy), they do their talk and I listen and it ends up with me saying I can't contribute at the moment, but in the future I would be interested, I get the web address off of them and they let me continue with my shopping.
Friday afternoon I'd changed my pattern slightly and bought my magazines first, then continuing down the road I see one guy trying to get the attention of passers by, I figure the other one must be taking the other main road which joins this road.
I continue walking thinking about stuff and the guy calls out "woolworths" so I stop and turn towards him (I was carrying a woolworths bag), he asks my age, presumably to check if I am over 18.
Then he says "We're looking for cocaine dealers"
so I smile and he says "so you're interested then, I'm just joking"
I was waiting for the speach, but instead I got this...
"I'm trying to raise money for (I won't say what charity) and we're selling these magazines in order to do this, now the magazines are rubbish, they try, but they're not that good, but if you could but one it would be a great help."
Knowing that these things cost £3 each, I explained that I pay for everything by card and so I don't carry cash around with me, said if I had the cash I would get one.
He said "at least you had the decency to stop"
It was a different approach, from what usually happens and was funny (for me it was).
I usually stop because the few minutes that it takes isn't much out of my time and I usually learn something from most of them ( the charity ones anyway).
I know some people find them a nuisance (the market researchers "I'm not trying to sell you anything")
I was just wondering what peoples think about them, or if anyone has any amusing or interesting stories about them.
Oh and I appologise if the anecdote is lame (for anyone thats read this far).
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He hangs around the Music forum, but occasionaly comes here
who is cid vilante?
Mr. No shoes
Mr. No shoes
Mr. No shoes wrote:
> Yeah but I drive through filton everyday on my way to school. Are you
> like 46 or 15. Just want to know if it's worth meeting you.
Ummmmmm, you're not going to meet me.
Ask Cid Vilante, i live next to him
> Yeah but I drive through filton everyday on my way to school. Are you
> like 46 or 15. Just want to know if it's worth meeting you.
Ummmmmm, you're not going to meet me.
Ask Cid Vilante, i live next to him
Manda†are wrote:
> Westbury is the other side of Bristol to me so good luck getting to
> me.
> I'm not telling you how old i am, i'll use this time to plug the
> special observe site :)
Yeah but I drive through filton everyday on my way to school. Are you like 46 or 15. Just want to know if it's worth meeting you.
> Westbury is the other side of Bristol to me so good luck getting to
> me.
> I'm not telling you how old i am, i'll use this time to plug the
> special observe site :)
Yeah but I drive through filton everyday on my way to school. Are you like 46 or 15. Just want to know if it's worth meeting you.
Hedfix wrote:
> Oh dear he told you. Look out Mandy! Big Bertha's coming for you!
If I was gonna have a personality like that, it would be billy-joe-bob-dandy-junior-bobby-sally-ann. Big Bertha seems a bit weak for me...
And i'm not saying that i'm that person, it's just the name I would have if i was...
> Oh dear he told you. Look out Mandy! Big Bertha's coming for you!
If I was gonna have a personality like that, it would be billy-joe-bob-dandy-junior-bobby-sally-ann. Big Bertha seems a bit weak for me...
And i'm not saying that i'm that person, it's just the name I would have if i was...
Westbury is the other side of Bristol to me so good luck getting to me.
I'm not telling you how old i am, i'll use this time to plug the special observe site :)
I'm not telling you how old i am, i'll use this time to plug the special observe site :)
nah, im 15, i have two personalities. 1st one is: like talking about interesting, normal stuff.
2nd is: psycho in ready state, the word pyscho may seem a bit stupid, but i'm serious, I don't feel much remorse for people I don't like. In fact it's no remorse, but luckily, there isn't anyone here I don't like, so there you go...
2nd is: psycho in ready state, the word pyscho may seem a bit stupid, but i'm serious, I don't feel much remorse for people I don't like. In fact it's no remorse, but luckily, there isn't anyone here I don't like, so there you go...
Oh dear he told you. Look out Mandy! Big Bertha's coming for you!
Mr. No shoes wrote:
> Hey, i live in Bristol too, what part you live in?
I think he is too scared to say. You have a split personality after all. You might be called big bertha on weekends, have stubble that could remove paint and could delight in trying out little boys sphincters before sending them off to buyers in the middleeast who like eunics.
> Hey, i live in Bristol too, what part you live in?
I think he is too scared to say. You have a split personality after all. You might be called big bertha on weekends, have stubble that could remove paint and could delight in trying out little boys sphincters before sending them off to buyers in the middleeast who like eunics.
how old are you?
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