“Alright sir?”
“Erm.. Not really I’m in a really bad mood. You?”
“I’m brilliant. Do you have a minute sir?”
“No I don’t, sorry.”
“It will only take a minute.”
“For what?”
“To tell you about how you can sponsor me to help this brilliant charity.”
“I’m not interested thank you.”
“Only a minute sir.”
“Leave me alone.”
“There’s no need to be rude sir.”
“Which part of ‘no’ or ‘leave me alone’ do you not understand? Idiot.”
“Really sir, I’m just trying to help the aged/orphans/sick/midgets.”
“Sorry, leave me alone please.”
Daily, as I walk up to the Millennium Bridge, I have the same discourse with a smiley, clipboard holding, student charity sponsor wanna be. I don’t have anything against charities or even students but they are everywhere and they are far too persistent and chipper. I have on occasion stopped to speak to an attractive girl who is vying for my attention only to discover she just wants my money.
Still, I do feel for the sick, old, parent-less midgets.
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Poor little midgets . . . (sniff!)
You don’t say that when the little black things are flying around you. Hang on, I’ve got that wrong.
I hate midgies too. Especially if they try to get inside my mouth. Bleurghhhhh.
I once had a midget inside my mouth but that’s a totally different story. (I’m only joking!!!)