Let's start with the salesmen first.
Two landed up at my place this morning, selling dhoopkathi (incense sticks) for some blind school. I told them to come back later because I was just too rushed at that point of time, and they did return, so I said I'd take a pack.
They were selling the sticks in Rs. 20 packets, and wanted me to buy 12. You kidding me? I'm not saying the product is bad, though pretty expensive for ordinary incense, and I am willing to help out for a good cause, but honestly, I would rather be allowed to decide for myself how charitable I want to be.
They asked me to buy at least five packs, and said that a Rs. 20 sale would not do much. I felt like telling them that I value my Rs. 20, and it certainly does a lot for me. V and I are both pretty badly in debt. We are going to Hyd. on Friday for a wedding and we just found out last night that the tickets were bought for July by mistake and not August, so there went another huge sum, getting new tickets for the round trip. I am willing to help out anybody who has to go around begging for assistance door to door. But when I say that I will give so much and not more, and you repeatedy tell me it's my duty yadda yadda to loosen my purse-strings further, you stand a good chance of losing the little bit I was willingly giving in the first place.
Trying to make somebody donate by making them feel guilty is a pretty cheap tactic in my book.
Then, if I hadn't been thinking badly enough of men because of this, V went and got me into a very silly sort of faux pas. He came to me saying that his cousin and his wife were going out this evening and had asked if I would like to join them. (V has had a nasty headache all day so I assumed that he had already declined on his own behalf.) Accordingly, when I had a free moment I gave the cousins a call and asked them what the plan was.
After a few minutes of talking at cross purposes it emerged that the couple had planned an evening out for themselves, and had asked V to give them a few suggestions about where to get certain things. Imagine my feeling when I realised that I had been blithely turning down an invitation that was never made!
Glaring at V made me feel a little bit better, yes.