I hate being solicited by people on street corners asking for donations.
Today, I had a rather unpleasant encounter on Oxford Street with a young man working for Oxfam.
Firstly, I feel a bit of context is justified as normally, I would just walk past without making eye contact or politely decline the invitation for a 'chat'. But earlier, in Hyde Park, I was asked by someone else from Oxfam to sign a petition, which I agreed to do (because I do believe in their cause).
Thinking it was for the same purpose, I engaged with the young man to tell him I had already spoken to her colleague.
It seemed that Oxfam have teams of people out in the city trying to engage members of the public for multiple purposes today.
The guy who stopped me on Oxford Street was wanting me to sign up for monthly donations to provide clean drinking water to help people from war afflicted regions.
Once I figured out what this guy was up to, I was trapped. I politely declined his request for a donation, which was when he started to lay on the guilt trip.
He went on and on about how we are living in an affluent country and that we should all be doing more.
At this point, I should have just walked away.
But, no. Instead, I told him that I am already a supporter of Oxfam, that I buy stuff from the Oxfam shop, and that I used to volunteer my time to door knock for the organisation when I was younger. I told him that I felt I already did enough.
That's when he pulled out the passive aggressive line "It's interesting how most people feel they need to justify why they do not want to donate."
I lost my shit. I told him that his adversarial manner is a complete turn off and risk damaging the organisation.
Realising I was now wasting his time, he then tried to say that he no longer wanted to talk to me.
Now, that must be a first.
I reminded him that he was the one who approached me and I proceeded to rant on for another 10 minutes telling him how much damage he was doing to his organisation and how not to ostracise people who were already on the same team.
Nathan, who was standing next to me the entire time, eventually dragged me away.