Beggers
After a guy called to my door selling scratch cards for charity, a thought occurred to me. How much would I be happy to pay for one?
I hadn’t much money this particular day but I was going to buy one anyway. My mind suddenly changed, when after inquiring about the price, I was told these scratchys would cost me five euro. Now, maybe I’m just a scabby fucker, but five euro!? Even the guy sitting outside SuperValu every Saturday doesn’t charge that much. Needless to say I refused to buy one and closed my door quickly.
There is another side to this story that made me question why I said no. The charity this man was collecting for was one that worked with alcohol addicted teenagers . Could it be that I’m not very sympathetic to the plight of drink addicted teenagers? Could I just not give a shit about teenagers, sick children maybe, but teenagers no way. No, I concluded I am probably just jealous! (But seriously, isn’t being addicted to alcohol what the teenage years is all about?).
The truth is, if the man said two euro I would definitely have bought one, five euro, forget about it.
March 28th, 2008 at 12:31 pm
Teenagers !
I have one - love “it” but don`t like “it” much.
(Love the blog - looking forward to reading more)
March 28th, 2008 at 2:48 pm
Ha that’s brilliant!
I’ve got a two year old with the attitude of a teenager so God only knows what he’ll be like by the time he hits thirteen!
(Cool thanks a mil.)
March 31st, 2008 at 10:27 am
Good morning Mrs !
Should be way more productive but just can`t seem to muster up the energy or inclination to do any work so far. This is due to an influx of guinness on Saturday night, from which I`m still recovering. (Glasses not pints)
March 31st, 2008 at 2:21 pm
Well am just resurfacing myself after a family wedding at the weekend. Drank way too much so am totally wreaked, but have to say it was definitely worth it.