Mr. Yoy and I donate plenty in charitable contributions each year. (Tax returns available upon request)
I just don't like being put on the spot.
For example, I went nuts on this guy a few weeks back who parked himself at a major intersection by my house for almost two weeks. I drive through this intersection at least twice a day. So, if I gave this guy a quarter every time I drove through, essentially this man has turned a public street into a toll road.
After ignoring him for many days, I felt obliged to roll down my window as I was the first car in line at the light and he was making crazy eye contact with me.
He gave me his spiel for his cause. I politely declined. Then he made some sort of doubting statement to the tune of:
YOU CAN'T TELL ME YOU DON'T HAVE A QUARTER OR TWO IN YOUR CAR.
Then I told him to apply for a job at Georgia 400 (the nice and abbreviated version of what I said).
If it is not this guy it is Publix or Costco or H&M (tsunami anyone?)
Today it was the checker at Costco.
WOULD YOU LIKE TO DONATE TO CHILDREN'S HEALTHCARE OF ATLANTA?
Internally, I laughed like a total psychopath for many, many minutes. I caused SUCH a backup in the line.
Externally, I gave my standard no thank you.
You see, last summer, Big E took a nose dive off a train. The sound of his skull hitting the concrete still resonates in my head. It scarred me. Big time.
I rushed Big E to Children's Healthcare of Atlanta (CHOA) where they had him in and out in under an hour. He briefly saw a nurse who applied some neosporin and a bandaid.
Wow, what a positive experience we had at CHOA. We SO love CHOA.
Until we got a bill. For $800.
WHAT THE WHAT?
I know the US healthcare system blows big chunks, but this was ridiculous!!
Mr. Yoy did his best to fight the bill, but they weren't budging.
We agreed to a payment plan where we angrily paid $80 a month until we settled our debt.
We actually just made our last payment this month.
And now they want me to make a donation?
Uh, I think we've donated enough, thank you very much. And don't make me feel bad about it.
This is what I must look like.