The other day I decided to show that my heart is in the right place, so I decided to buy some juice at Oxfam.
Now, that morning I had already noticed some Oxfam people in the street, holding clip boards, dressed for a long day out in the cold. Usually I can avoid these people because I listen to Nel (ipod), and because the collar of my coat has fur on it, which apparently gives me some kind of Cruella de Ville appearance. That, or just speak really loud in Flemish on my cellphone. (that worked in Provo too)
Anyway, I'm walking over to the Oxfam store to buy some juice. ipodless.
Now, if you are aware of the fact that there are Clip Board Ninjas out on the street, you should NEVER leave your house ipodless.
But you know, I'm going to buy something at Oxfam anyway, so I shouldn't feel bad about giving these people the cold shoulder. I mean, I rather buy some Bolivian juice, then give a stranger my bank account number.
So as I'm walking over the little plaza, an Oxfam Clip Board Lady approaches me.
Crap, here it goes. But hey, if I don't respond to them, they'll just leave me alone. Right?
My friends, these people have never learned about the etiquette of Street Clip Boarding. Cuz when she started talking to me, she noticed she wasn't going to get the desired response, so she put her foot in front of me, causing me to nearly plunge my face into the cobblestones. Before I even had found my balance, she had me pretty much cornered, and virtually shoved the Oxfam Pen up my nose.
I'm not sure how I managed to escape from her, but it was an escape that every football player should be jealous off. Maybe Antwerp-life has trained me to fend off Clip Board People.
So you can imagine why I was a bit annoyed when I reached the store. Good thing that my sole purpose at Oxfam was to support the Bolivian man. Cuz they know their juice down there. At least the lady behind the counter gave me a plastic bag to carry my bottles in.