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Thursday, May 08, 2008

Why I No Longer Open the Door for Tzedakh Collectors

Or to be more specific: why I don't walk out when they come. This happened about a year ago, maybe a little more. I opened the door for this young guy, he looked to be in his early twenties, and since he was collecting I went and got my step-father to deal with him. I had to leave while he was still there, I had an errand to run. When I walked out, I saw him trying to get Boots to come to him. (She was still an outdoor cat at the time, and very wary of strangers.) I smiled at him, a little, a friendly smile, got in my car, and left. When I came bakc, he was gone. But I found out from my step-father that he had asked for my hand in marriage. Okay, do not need any more random marriage proposals, thank you very much. I no longer go out, when they come to collect.

2 comments:

frumpunk said...

I've a post on meshulchim stories:
http://frumpunk.wordpress.com/2008/04/13/tonight-on-fox-when-meshulshim-attack/

BTW, can we exchange blogroll links?

הצעיר שלמה בן רפאל לבית שריקי ס"ט said...

Ha! ...most people would believe it actually, but I was once a meshulach! (long story- someone (who did that as a living) convinced me to go with him). It's hard to describe how sweet life is if you're not a guy collecting money! And the worst part about it is stories like the one you mentioned- I started thinking "yo man, I should be going out with girls like this- not asking them for their money!" And now I would be able to be seen by her brothers uncles sisters aunt, because they might remember I collected money from them...).

But that's still pretty funny; what normal girl would marry a tzedaka guy?!

[And for the record- I paid to go, and obviously didn't get any of the money!]