No Money, No Interest

(On my way to work, I often meet a group of volunteers trying to get donations to a charity by talking to people on the street. I have already talked to one of them weeks before, and I was told I couldn’t help because I wasn’t 24 years-old yet. One of the volunteers stops me.)

Volunteer: “Hi, miss. Can I talk to you for a couple of minutes?”

Me: “I need to get to work soon.”

Volunteer: “It really is just a couple of minutes! I won’t keep you for long!”

Me: “I’m 23.”

Volunteer: “Okay, I don’t want to talk to you anymore.”