As is often the case (and that I have blogged about before), on Friday there were a LOT of chuggers on the streets of Camden. This time they were from British Red Cross.
I had managed to avoid them at lunchtime, but when it came to home time, they seemed to have bred, and there was NO avoiding them!
I walked past one, and less than 20ft later, there was another one – she was determined to grab me, so I just said “NO THANKS” as always, and walked that little bit faster.
Another 20ft behind her was yet ANOTHER one, which just pissed me off! I took a deep breath and tried to make a dash for it when he looked at me and said “Ooooo, angry bird!”
“How bloody rude!”, I thought. i was quite happy when I left work, not 5 minutes ago – the only thing that’s making me angry is all these bloody chuggers who are likely to make me miss my train! And as for calling me a ‘bird’. Yes, I call women/girls ‘birds’ all the time, but generally not to their faces, and not if I want something out of them – that’s just impolite and bad business practice!
I was just about to give him a piece of my mind when I suddenly remembered my handbag…