That is what I am. I was eating near college when this lady from some shelter comes to sell these gifts, in the name of charity. They even produced a photocopy of the police document that lets them go around asking.
Of course, I had my earphones on. She was doing the introduction and I pretended to be unable to hear her. I took out one earphone and then after a while, the other. Yeah, you gotta love those conversation-stalling devices. (Uh, I use them at work too, hehe…)
Suddenly, the voice of my dead grandfather played back in my head.
“Don’t donate to these people. You should go to the place itself, because you can never tell who is real.”
So I told her that I had only 5 Ringgit and I had to pay for food, drinks and the bus fare home. Wrong timing, I said. I was broke.
Evil I was. I lied.
I went to college, and I had time to burn before heading to Midvalley, so I decided to get some Vitamin D. I headed over to the KLCC side of Ampang Park, and I met the WWF.
The lady sort of stood in my way. She was better looking than the earlier volunteer, so my conversation-stallers came off sooner.
She: Do you know about the WWF? Or you think it’s the wrestling one?
Me: Yeah I know… it’s the one with the pandas in shopping malls with holes in their heads.
She: *opens leaflet* Have you seen this man? (Some Indian dude who’s been some WWF superstar since 1974 or something.)
She: Anyway, the WWF needs RM2xx