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I had a dream that I was standing outside a mall with my sister Julia when a girl came up to us with a little collection tin. Without thinking, I put fifty cents in. Then I suddenly realised that on the side of the tin, peeking from beneath the girl's hand, was a line drawing of a fetus. I ran after her, demanding to know if she was collecting for a "pro-life" cause. She said yes, but that she was required to keep her hand over the logo, by law. I told her that she was deceitful, and demanded to have my fifty cents back, as there was no way in hell I would voluntarily give money to any such organisation. She refused, and we started screaming at each other.
I woke up and thought about it, and decided that if I had been placed in that situation in real life, there was every possibility that I would have physically grabbed the tin from the girl's hand, and taken the money back myself. Although I suppose that I far more effective way of dealing with the situation would be to tell the girl that if she didn't hand over my fifty cents immediately, I would be writing a fifty dollar check to NARAL in her organisation's name.
Ocado Man just came, bearing a carrier bag filled with Pampers Active Fit, or somesuch. I think I actually leaped back two feet and spluttered, "That's not mine! There are no kids here!"
I woke up and thought about it, and decided that if I had been placed in that situation in real life, there was every possibility that I would have physically grabbed the tin from the girl's hand, and taken the money back myself. Although I suppose that I far more effective way of dealing with the situation would be to tell the girl that if she didn't hand over my fifty cents immediately, I would be writing a fifty dollar check to NARAL in her organisation's name.
Ocado Man just came, bearing a carrier bag filled with Pampers Active Fit, or somesuch. I think I actually leaped back two feet and spluttered, "That's not mine! There are no kids here!"