Age is Just a Number

Over here in Scotland, people from various charities stand around on the sidewalks in the middle of town. They try to stop you to get you to sign up for monthly donations. In all honestly, it completely bugs me. I don't like random people trying to stop me. And on busy days, these people are literally every 10 feet along the sidewalk. It gets annoying having every one of them trying to talk to you. Now to my story...

Today I met a friend in town. While we were walking around, a guy from one of the charities approached me, shook my hand and asked my name. I told him while continuing to walk. He then proceeded to ask my age, to which I responded, "That's a little rude, don't you think?" as I walked away. At this point, my friend was laughing as the guy chased after me yelling, "Come on Jessica. Just talk to me!" I told my friend it annoyed me that he asked my age. Made me feel like I was a child or something. Later on, I asked another one of the charity workers why my age mattered and was told it was because you have to be over 18 in order to sign up to give money. I look under 18? I know I look young, but I don't think so! Plus, I was pushing a baby...I know that doesn't mean much, but it should count for something. I don't even know why it got to me so much. I guess I just didn't like feeling as if I was being treated like a child. Oh well.

1 comment:

  1. I think it's hysterically rude that he said, "Come on, Jessica, talk to me," after you had clearly ended the conversation. That would have annoyed me EVEN MORE.


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