The Lady is after my Money
I am having my meal at KFC. I am alone. I sit at the furthest corner of the restaurant. As usual my order is the Snack Plate, consisting of two pieces of chicken, coleslaw, mashed potatoes and a small bun.
It is boring having to eat alone. Looked around, there are couples, families, friends, all eating together and chatting happily. My mood sank lower. Well, fine, I just have to finish my meal quickly and get out of there.
Somehow someone must have noticed my new haircut that day. A nice pretty little lady walks toward me and she looks happy to see me. I am sure she is smiling at me because I have my back to the wall and there is no one behind me.
My heart beats faster as she comes closer. Uninvited and in a most gracious way she sat beside me.
She blabbered, “Hello Sir, I am from this @#$@$ foundation and I am collecting some donation. Please donate Sir, any amount will do”.
What the @#$%&^!!
Why me? Why don’t you go get some donations from some big companies or something. Like Petronas or Maybank for example, heard they make billions every year. You can go and collect a few millions from them. I am sure they can spare some millions.
Why me? Don’t you know the general public has barely enough to spend with all the inflation and rising fuel prices? The banks are not paying a lot of interest on our savings either.
Why me? I just don’t believe your foundation even existed and I don’t believe my few ringgit gonna make any difference to it.
Go get lost! And I don’t believe you are doing this voluntarily without pay.
Miserable and Irritatable