|Russel from UP|
Now, before you sneer and hiss us, let me set the stage:
Last weekend a couple of older folks (just a tad older than myself) were going door to door sticking the little flyers on our door handles. The Flyer stated that the Boy Scouts would be in our neighborhood (again) on Sunday (today) to collect can goods for the needy. To have them in a sack on the porch. The Woman was dressed similar to me (I was on my daily walk), but the Gentleman was one of these Boy Scout Leaders I imagine, because he was in that familiar uniform, shorts, scraf and all...ewe. (Sorry, but that always hits me odd...I was a Brownie & a Girl Scout Leader & I did not choose to wear an adult uniform).What bugged me is as they walked house to house, and occasionally back to the truck that was creeping along with them. The driver was a young man, I don't know, I guess an Eagle Scout because well, he was at least old enough to drive. Why is he driving & Mom is walking door to door? Anyway, the Flyer, had given instructions.
Why do they need to ring my doorbell?Ohhhh~ because I must have forgotten to leave my sack? No Sweetie, I am not giving away more groceries today...
You boys/men come too often. I mean come on! The little Boy Scouts, Cub Scouts, even Brownies & Girl Scouts that LIVE in my neighborhood, know me & know I support them when they come a knocking with cookies, popcorn, Christmas wreaths, and what nots. They were not knocking at my door. I got Creepy Older Scouts that I don't know and looked more like this guy. I know I sound like a Grinch. But I feel like our neighborhood has some neon sign pointing for everyone and anyone that has a charity to sell to come knocking on our doors. We are far from a wealthy neighborhood. Quite average.
So.. Hubby ran to the family room, and I watched peeking out the blinds as a kid taller than me, rang our bell. (Hello? remember? No bag sitting on the porch. I'm not gonna answer and feel bad about not giving you our food.)