One Last Plea

The week after Christmas has to be one of the worst times of the year for me.

That's when I'm bombarded with requests for tax-deductible gifts to various environmental, health, wildlife, veteran and charitable organizations. I don't mean to sound like Scrooge, or the late Andy Rooney,  because I give to these groups -- and more -- during the year.

In fact, it's almost a curse to give to organizations because they then have your name, telephone number, address, and who knows what else, to make their plea for more donations -- the week after Christmas.

I try to be polite with the telemarketers who represent these groups, but they call at all times during the day. They seem to catch me during my grumpy mornings or while I'm eating dinner at night.

And yes, I have caller I.D. but that doesn't help because they call and call and call, day after day after day until I answer. These folks can't take a hint!

Furthermore, they don't seem to want to take "No" for an answer, no matter how polite you are with them. So sometimes you have to resort to being rude -- to a degree. 

While their pleas for money get on my nerves, I'll still give to some of the organizations but it will be after the last week of Christmas because I know they do a lot of good for humanity.

Until the next time...