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I hate the bell ringers that stand outside of stores collecting loose change for the Salvation Army. It's a wonderful cause, and I do drop a few bills in throughout the holiday season. My problem is this: 1. These people are placed outside of the stores starting the day after Thanksgiving. Since I cook almost every meal we eat, I have to pass by them roughly 173 times from day one till Christmas. I feel like a schmuck if I give them a friendly nod and pass by. I can feel their beady eyes staring me down as I walk by and imagine them calling me a cheap-ass. 2. The other night at my local Shop-n-S*ve, I passed by what appeared to be a father and his two daughters. The guy was leaning up against the door smoking a cigarette. Nice. The girls both had bells in their hands and were smiling as people walked by and dropped in money. It was about 10 degrees out that night and I had no cash, so I smiled at them and attempted to walk by. One of the girls, which we will call the fat one for names sake, leaned over towards me as I was entering the store and rang the bell right next to my ear as hard as she could. For one fleeting second, I wanted to slap the shit out of that child. Just haul off and punch the little bitch in the neck. I stopped, glared at her and didn't say a word. The father said "don't mind her, she's all about the cause". Let me tell you what cause I am about. It's called I Hate The Holidays and Your Children So Go Fuck Yourself.
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