This morning, two very well-dressed-in-uniform young men from what I suspect is our local cadet regiment, came to our front door.
I opened the door, and immediately notice that the guy closest to me looked like a deer in the headlights. Perhaps I was his first stop? At any rate, he appeared to be pretty nervous. Nervous enought to make me suspect, despite the well-claddedness of the two.
"Hi?" I ask.
"Hi, um, we're collecting. For (I now forget the charity he said, let's say:) Children's Wish Foundation."
Why do I not see a receipt book?
"Collecting what?" I say. I'm surprised by how terse I sound.
This totally catches him off guard for a moment. His being caught off-guard increases my suspicions. Yet, I also begin to feel sorry for him, for how nervous he is.
"Um, money. Cheques. Um, whatever, like that."
"Yeah" says the second guy. His only contribution to the scene. Even with that one 'yeah', I can tell that he'd be the leader of the two. The Alpha. I wonder why he's not the guy to speak when the door opens.
"Sorry. No." I say. The first guy nods, as if he knew the outcome all along. He was defeated even before his knuckles rapped on the door. I close my door.
I look out another window, and see a whole platoon of kids, all dressed in their cadet uniforms, swarming the neighbourhood.
I feel bad for not giving. But I couldn't, in good conscience, give money to such an unproffesional ragtag duo.