Okay, I'm just going to go ahead and say it. Who else besides me has major guilt issues when you pass the Salvation Army bell ringers?
Fess up, folks. I know you do. Even if you aren't a huge people pleaser like I am, I know you still feel guilty when you pass by the person bundled up in a huge coat with frost bite on their face ringing that bell.
But this is how insane I am. I absolutely feel the need to go up and tell that person that I gave to another bell ringer at the grocery store yesterday. I seriously do. I cannot pass one without explaining myself. How messed up is that?
I will literally walk up to a stranger in a red apron and fall over myself saying, "Ummm.... I don't have any change on me now. But I, um, gave some yesterday at the grocery store.... and I gave 2 whole dollars last week at Target. I swear I did. And I promise I don't have any change. See! Just a debit card. Do you want to look inside my wallet?"
It is so bad that we went to Wal-Mart the other night and walked past the bell ringer without giving any change. Just inside the doors Bennett spotted a mechanical horse. Rob put her on it and started to reach in his pockets for change. I grabbed his arm and whispered, "Don't! The Salvation Army Man will see you!"
It's a problem. Am I alone in this? I have a sad sad feeling that I am.
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