AutoNeurotica

I remember what I wanted to say today, but wrote about the new car instead. The state of the folks on the corners selling me stuff has really got out of hand. It's the end of the day and I'm tired and more than likely I have an upset or chatty 2 year old in the back seat, the last thing I need is pressure from a local parishoner selling oversized pixie sticks to raise money for their volunteer based drug rehab program that he's probably in anyway. I don't mind the occassional pan handlers and down on their luck homeless folks, practiced looks of down-trodden and disheveled. I've been known to give a few bucks here and there, depending on how good the sign is. Honesty is best, signs like "I need money for beer" will definitely work with me.

It's the guys who come up and want to talk to you and ask you three or four times to roll down your window. Really. If I didn't have $5 hanging out by the time you got to me, the only thing that pestering me is going to do is creep me out. And it's always churches that need money. Don't these places have tithing anymore? Collection plates? Church Bizzars? Anything? Has it come down to two guys on every freakin corner and highway off ramp on my way home so this one church can survive? My guess is if you've got a congregation that will spend hours on a street corner, money is probably not your highest priority.

I'd like to give props to the guy on 183 and I-35 who sells flowers. He's been there for at least the few months I've been going by. He has two bundles of flowers, one in each hand and he just walks on by and kinda gestures to each car. He keeps his distance and doesn't intrude. It's more like a hot dog cart or Girl Scout cookies than anything and it doesn't bother me. I am, however, saddened that whenever anyone approached my car, my nearly 2 year old daughter's first words are "No thank you." What does that say?

I was going to ask Chris about the Bid Dig, but I checked is journal out and I think he's a bit pissed about it.