The first time I was stopped I tried to be polite and say "I might be interested" but the guy didn't tell me who he worked for. But after the second, third, and twentieth time I am short with them and walk away as fast as I can...kinda like people did when I was a missionary in GA. Trine even witnessed it today.
These people always start off with the same questions, "Hi, cute baby I have one myself." "Are you going to work today?" "Where do you work?" "I think I know someone who works there (then they drop a common name like Matthew)." "Do you know Matthew?" "So, you have a counseling degree?" "That's cool." I get so tired of it. I am to the point where I don't want to shop at the Target anymore because I know I am going to run into some freak who wants to use me for their own gain. (Apologies if anyone reading this blog sells Primerica).
So the questions that I have are: What about my appearance screams "I am a sucker who will fall for a get rich fast scheme?" For real, why me? Do I quit shopping at my favorite store? Or do I tell the store managers that there are solicitors in their store that need to be kick out? What you you guys do?
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