So I feel like I need to elaborate and explain Mondays blog.
You see Monday was a super busy day, and I tossed down a few words to explain the way I was feeling – let me repeat them, just for clarity.
“Salesmen Tactics…. POW”
So here’s the story. I was having a hard day at work, was super busy and rushing around. I had to dash up the road to the shops and pick up a few important stationary items and beverages for the crew and I was feeling kinda relieved to be getting some fresh air.
On my way back to the car from the shop a young guy yelled out to me across the car park and waved me over. I stupidly obliged. When I was close enough, I realised he had a table (behind a bush thus originally out of my view) and was collecting donations. Now me, doing the work shopping, only had the work money thus was incapable of donating and I told him this straight away.
Regardless! He said don’t worry that’s fine! Just let me show you this! He pulled out a raffle card. Which of course, you had to purchase. He started rambling off good things they’re going to do with the money raised, awesome prizes you could win if you donated – this would all be very well and good if he didn’t finish every sentence with POW! and a fist pump into the air…
It wouldn’t have been so bad if he just said it and continued. But no. He had to pause for effect and stare at me, like it was my cue to go OH ALRIGHT ILL TAKE ONE. Obviously I didn’t want to, so there was just this awkward pause while I stared at him blankly.
Eventually I ended up leaving (the cruel person I am) and he was yelling after me that I should come back later with my own money because he’d be there all day…POW!
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