The dreaded paper about the school fundraiser.
I've written before why I don't like fundraisers. I'd rather donate directly to the school. I live on base so it means I get lots of kids knocking on the door even though it's not technically allowed. It's irritating.
Here are the different sellers I've encountered.
--The shy seller.
You know, the one that knocks timidly on the door and then stares at you with saucer eyes when you open it. They don't speak and wordlessly lift the box or paper of what they're selling. Sometimes they might whisper to the point where you have to really crane to hear: "I'm selling this." If you ask questions, they shrink back as if they've just been slapped.
--The persistant seller.
This one won't give up. Maybe it means they'll be CEO of some company. But right now it's annoying as Dora the Explorer. If I say no, I mean it. Don't keep talking to me. If I only want to buy one thing, don't keep urging me to buy more. Go home. Just. Go home.
--The lazy seller.
Mommy or Daddy drives them around to EACH HOUSE! I can understand if they wait at the end of the road, but stopping and going is ridiculous. Junior can walk. Trust me. Junior will meet you at the end of the street. If you're worried about an abduction, perhaps fundraising isn't for you. Go the school with a check. Hand it over. Your deed is done.
--The seller who gets their parents to sell their stuff at work.
Tom has had to deal with this a lot. He's polite and will buy one or two items. But sometimes the guy he works with tries to guilt him into buying more. This pisses Tom off. First of all, it's your CHILD'S job to sell the junk. Second of all, be grateful for the stuff that IS sold.
--The seller who keeps coming back.
Good gracious. I once bought 2 candy bars from a kid. And then he shows up 3 days later. "I figured you'd want more!" When I said no thank you, he seemed surprised. Look, I love chocolate. I love sweets. But the chocolate that is sold in schools is meh. I want a Twix. I want Reese's Peanut Butter Cups. I'll buy the school chocolate to be polite and support the school, but I have my damn limits.
--The forgetful seller.
"I'm selling...um...what am I selling again? Um?" *Kid stares at the paper* "Oh right! Cookie dough. Did you want....wait, what kind do we have?" "Are you asking me?" I'll wonder, wanting to get back to my book. "No! Um. I think we have chocolate chip, sugar, oatmeal...anyway, it's $15. I think."