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800 Maynard Ave S, Suite 200, Seattle, WA 98134
800 Maynard Ave S, Suite 200, Seattle, WA 98134
Nope. I can't meet you if I utterly ignore your existence.
Why do I do it? Because I love it. Payback's a bitch. Bitch. Oh yeah...See you today, sucker!
A real person who had this talent, and enjoyed it, would be making big bucks in sales. Probably in pharmaceuticals.
This letter is just what some passive aggressive victim thinks is going on in the chugger's mind.
Ignore them... if they get you riled up or somehow make you feel bad, you sure as hell need a thicker skin. Smile or nod, "no thanks" and be on your way.
Yep.
However. I was back visiting not too long ago and a Dialogue Direct canvassers wished to directly dialogue with me saying, "Want to save...?" I civilly said, "No. Leave me alone." and began to walk away. He turned and started to follow this potential donor. I stopped, turned, looked him in the eye and calmly stated, "Take another step toward me and I will punch you in the mouth."
Probably illegal--on my part--but it worked like a charm.
*They're not allowed to follow you down the street
*You've committed assault, and the fellow would've been within his rights to press charges.
If you want to share your passive aggressive fantasy with the rest of us, do so in IAnon.
I think this I anon is fake, projected.
I look directly at them, smile and say "No" while I'm walking with my daughter in her stroller.
I work in my home office, upstairs, sometimes leave my front door open so the dog can go out on the porch (locking gate). Some asshat with a clipboard came right on in, stepped over the gate (Pooch is clearly not a guard dog). Told him I was working, didn't want the free estimate and I had to get back upstairs. Inching away, saying, "Not interested, don't have time," as he tried to hold me at the door with his smile and inanities. When he saw I wasn't caving, he got pissed.Which is lovely, since I'd treated him like a human being; but he couldn't respect me or my position. I think this letter writer makes a good point... it's about winning. It takes an asshole to do this kind of job, or at least stay in it. To not respect someone's desire to get the hell away from you is, in a way, bullying. If we give in, we're weak.
Fuck sales, and fuck salespeople (pushy ones). Remember... coffee is for closers.
Sorry, Charlie. "not allowed" and what he did, was not the same. Didn't say my response wasn't rude, crude, or legal.
Simply said it worked. No fantasy required.
I'm the one that says "fuck off chugger" to each and every one of you chuggers every time one of you approach me. I get the same little kick out of it that you do when I see the look on your face and hear your phony, broken hearted replies.
But reading this IA makes me realize what an infantile dickbag I'm probably coming off as. Oh well. Fuck off chuggers.
I once blurted "you take another step toward me and I will beat you with my umbrella." That one surprised us both.
Honestly don't know why everyone thinks this is fake. It seems to fit the profile of a lot of the downtown clipboard beggars, who I've seen get malicious with me and others.
Also, @31 I agree with everything you have to say. Makes me stop and think, but I'll probably keep verbally abusing the fucking chuggers.
Those who succeed as chuggers are the truly extroverted, obnoxious, tea party, car salesman types. They're persistent, pushy and clearly don't give a fuck about the cause they're pushing or anything other than themselves and their desire to get you to do what they want. Plus they're too fucking to stupid to put that energy and effort into a real sales job where they'd actually make money and not have to stand on a street corner all day like a cheap whore.
I save my venom for the real chuggers and encourage others to do the same.
That said, I suspect @12 is right.
You're right about one thing though. Seattleites are overly polite and don't appreciate assholes hassling them on the streets. I see plenty of aggressive in here and not a lot of passive and I like it.
Replace "posters" with "chuggers" and whaddya know? Fits just the same.
They can live and breathe or not live and breathe; it literally makes no difference in my life.
You can save the "fuck off" for that douche who took 2 parking spaces in the parking lot. OOOOOOO THAT BURNS MY BACON!
If you can make a LaRouchie drop her literature and stand there lip quivering without saying a word, it stays with you like your first high school touch down. Sure, it helps if you are big and buff with a shaved head, a stubble beard, a nasty facial scar and a keffiyeh, but anyone can do it!
So let's practice our war faces, kids. It's the opposite of a poker face. The face becomes an amplifier, a pure conveyance of your emotion. It's all within you. If you are a little bit intimidated, your face will look like cotton candy. If on the other hand, you well up inside with pure contempt, a bubbling mass of revulsion and a burning desire to see this person's dead body bloating in the summer sun, then your face will say all that needs saying.
Street theater! What fun!
Back in the summer of 2004, I had recently quit a job and had feelers out for what to do next. My sister, taking the quarter off from college, needed something to do as well. So we signed up to collect money for the Democratic National Committee for the upcoming election. We both absolutely hated the idea of soliciting for money, but I guess it sounded like a fun and ridiculous noble cause at the time.
We lasted two days. The first day, we stood across from each other on 4th and Pike, making a game out of our task. Who could get money from the hottest person? The craziest looking person? Who could get money from someone who didn’t speak English? I didn’t follow the script they gave us to use. I couldn’t. So I just said things like “Hey, the Democrats need some money to defeat Bush. You in?” I was surprised at how often that worked (twice!). Then again, in 2004, just about everyone in Seattle would have agreed to that pitch.
The second day, my sister and I stood in the heart of Lower Queen Anne on what would be our final day of solicitation. Like any good older brother, I acted as a mildly intoxicated bodyguard, reading bits of interesting articles to her from The Stranger while she (always such a hard worker) kept plugging away. It was a bonding experience.
My two days of “effort” netted me a check for $3.00. It literally bumped me into the next tax bracket and cost me $47 on my refund check (true story!). End.
That said, I hate chuggers. I know, some are probably nice people who just are making a living. Just like telemarketers.
I don't care.
They choose to take a job that is basically centered around annoying people for a living, they take what comes at them.
I generally just ignore their existence. Just once I went off on one. I was leaving work walking rather fast just because, and apparently had a rather stern look on my face. One of these chuggers, as I approached, mimicked my expression while marching in place like a wooden solider.
I guess she thought it was cute to mock someone she wanted to ask money from. I walked right up to her and asked what the hell she was doing. She started to go into her spiel and I cut her off and said that I knew what she was doing out on the side walk, I wanted to know what she was doing making fun of me when she was going to ask me for money.
I asked if they taught them that mocking potential marks was a good way to real someone in, because I really didn't think that would work. That she not only wasn't going to get a fucking cent from me but that I was also going to make note of the organization that she was panhandling for and be sure to never give them a cent again (WWF).
I also sent an email to the WWF to tell them about the incident and to inform them that I was never going to give them a cent because of their fund raising tactics.
Not that I think they care one bit. If this crap didn't work they wouldn't pay people to annoy strangers on the street.
So really, I am pissed at all you guilt ridden saps who are stupid enough to give these leaches money on the street. If it weren't for all of you these organizations wouldn't pay money to hire nitwits to annoy strangers just trying to get the fuck home from work.
But the company she worked for was a slimeball. They pay the kids dirt until they "meet quota" then, when they "meet quota", since they have to pay them a decent wage, they replace them with someone else who has to then, "meet quota".
It's a racket.
I always politely say, "no thank you, I contribute directly," and keep moving.
They usually get it.
One didn't. He said, rather loudly for everyone to hear, "so you don't want to support [whatever the cause was, I forget]??!"
I turned on my heel and headed right back to him. I think he thought it was going to have to have his clipboard surgically removed from his ass.
I thought the girl standing next to him was going to wet herself.
Nose to nose with him I calmly said, "don't you ever yell at me or make any assumptions about me. You don't know me. You owe me an apology."
"I'm...I'm ... ssssorry," he stuttered.
"Louder. Just as loud as you yelled at me."
There was a crowd by now.
"I apologize. I'm sorry for yelling at you."
"I accept. Thanks for having such nice manners."
And just as fast I turned and left.
Free speech is all well and fine. It doesn't excuse you from being a dick and doesn't absolve you from the consequences of your words.
And, to the original "I, Anonymous."
I'd love to meet you.
(at red light waiting to cross street):
Them: Hello, can you talk to me?
Me: Nope
Them: Why?
Me: (quickly making something up) I'm afraid of clipboards
Them: (puzzled) why?
Me: My father was killed by a clipboard
Light changes, and... scene.
That depends on how you are using that phrase.
If you're merely asking how they feel about the fact that you'd probably enjoy your interaction with them more if your dick was in their mouth, then they continue to be the bigger asshole.
If you're merely trying to out-asshole them, then I guess you win.
But good lord people avoided talking to me... Except the other canvassers, who kept offering to sign mine if I signed theirs, so we'd each get closer to quota. Goddamnit I was volunteering! For a cause I actually believed in! Those kids were getting paid...
Yeah, I'm still annoyed.
Approve 74 this Nov!