So its Christmas again, or at least close enough to it for the dreaded bell ringers to crawl out of their holes.
I went to the grocery store today and was personally asked to donate by a bell ringer, who also asked every other person. I don’t know where that money goes,  and how do I know half of it won’t go in someones pocket.
When I was leaving the store, I thought I’d be sneaky and leave out a different door, BUT NO! The bell ringers had my escape route blocked, and this time it was horrible! I was greeted three times, first by the horrible stench of a thousand squirts of perfume on this bell handler. Second I again hear the phrase “Donate!”. Finally I was blinded by the gold incisors staring me in the face. I quickly walked to my car and never looked back.
I’m not a scrooge. I actually enjoy helping people, however I’m disheartened that in todays society, people would much rather have your money than your time. A perfect example is the Big Brother program. I had planned on doing this ever since I was little and my friend Elliot told me about his “Big Brother”. When I moved to Naperville I signed up quickly. I received a letter in the mail telling me that they did not need my time and effort, but would gladly take my money. I find it ridiculous.

The only donating I will do is clothes, food, or volunteer work from now on.