I WENT TO the grocery store today to buy some snacks and an apple. As I approached the entrance, there were four people standing there, stopping everyone: "Street Roots here!" "Excuse me, would you like to vote for...." "Hi, would you mind if I talked to you about...." "Hey man, spare some change?" Jesus Christ, can I not buy a fucking apple without getting hassled? I'm not there to vote, donate, or fucking give away my spare change. It was insane, all these people blocking customers before and after they entered the store. And to all you naysayers out there: I donate $380 a year to charities and I always vote. It's not about that—it's about being bombarded by people who want something from me when I'm just trying to live my fucking life. LEAVE ME ALONE.—Anonymous
How Do You Like Them Apples?
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