Career choice saved me again!

NYPIRG representative just rang my door bell, presenting a petition for me to sign.

As I was briefly a NYPIRG member in college, and said organization has done some pretty awesome things, I figured there was no harm in listening, and signing what he presented. (Especially since the whole platform seemed to make sense to me.)

Apparently, doing so made me look like a potential comrade.

“You know, for a small donation, you can become a member.”

“Thanks…I’m happy to sign, but I can’t make a donation right now.”

“Oh come on? Even a small one?”

“No, sorry. But I am signing…”

“Maybe just a $30 donation? Would that work?”

“No…I have no money to donate today.”

“We take checks!”

“Sorry.”

“What do you do?”

“I’m a writer.”

“Oh really? For who?”

“Well, sort of for myself…”

“Oh.” (Audible pause during which I swear he looked at me with sympathy!) “I understand. Well, have a good night!”

Talk about career of dubious distinction.