I’m puzzled by those solicitors who sit outside grocery stores and collect money for charities we’ve never heard of.
There’s one dressed like a nurse (complete with a cap that sports a red cross) who sits outside near my local Starbucks. She fascinates me.
When was the last time a nurse wore a uniform, much less a cap? Have she ever been called upon to do CPR in an emergency? Could she? {Remind me never to choke on a petite scone in that Starbucks.} These table solicitors may be legit, but they just don’t SEEM legit.
They’re usually pretty nice, though.
The other morning I dropped in at Safeway. Pretty early. Sitting at a solicitation table by the door was an older African American guy. As I made my way from the parking lot to the grocery cart lineup to his doorway I heard him singing the complete Motown repertoire.
I got to his table just as he hit the opening line of one of my favorite songs… “Sugar pie honey bunch…”
It was infectious. So I joined in. Together, we belted out the next verse:
“You know I love you….can’t help myself…I love you and nobody else…”
We gave each other big smiles, and he said, “We’re the TWO-premes!”
“Think we could make any money from it?” I asked, laughing.
“We could try!” and he chuckled, as I rolled my cart into Safeway.
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What was the older guy soliciting for? Senior Home for old Motown stars of the sixties?:)
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