I passed some HS kids at the grocery store trying to sell me their wares, but thankfully I was on my cell. I have some respect, though, b/c I remember doing that horrible job. My Babe Ruth teams had to do that. I stood there in my ill fitting pants (they ordered too small baseball pants) and mesh hat (before they were cool) like a showered up homeless guy.
Of course, we rewarded ourselves with some of the cash. Fours hours of begging breaks down your sense of self worth and morality. The prized spot was Campbell’s grocery, b/c it was busy and there was a donut shop across the street. K Mart was nice, also, as they had slushees and baseball cards. It’s not stealing when you’re buying baseball cards, right? We were just doing research so we could be better ball players.
The excuses for people not paying were lame. “I’ll get you on the way out.” That guy, I’m pretty sure, hung out all day or crawled out a vent and ran down the back alley. Then there was “I got your buddy down the street.” I looked at this guy and said, “Oh really, where?” He looked down in shame and hurriedly walked in the store. The worst was a guy who tossed me three pennies. Really? .03 cents? Do you know how much a can of snuff costs? How am I supposed to steal this equipment money and illegally buy tobacco from the gas station that sells it to 13 year olds? Looks like I’ll have to steal the snuff now, too. Oh, look! Here comes my cannister partner with doughnuts and Mt. Dew bought from borrowed monies! Break time!
Hilarious and disturbing. My favorite combination.