Charities send you mailing labels so that you are more likely to reciprocate by giving them a gift in return. One that’s obviously more valuable than mailing labels, lest you seem cheap. Well, pfft! I use the labels (though I’ll only use the PETA ones to send my rent cheque — don’t want anyone I give a shit about thinking I support PETA), but I send the same amount of money to the same charities anyway. Candice doesn’t fall for any of this psychological manipulatory crapitude.
Beggars and Streetwise pushers use the same trick all the time. Opening doors for you to create cognitive dissonance. They did something for you, and now you owe them. Well fuck off. I didn’t ask you to open the door. I resent you for imposing an unecessary social situation on me, and for being asshatty enough to think I’ll get some sort of feeling of obligation out of it.
“Not even a smile?” No. You didn’t earn it. Quite the opposite. “Helpful” beggars are much more annoying than the regular sort.
The only thing I can think of that’s more irritating is someone employed to be a beggar. No, I don’t want to save the children, whales, or America. It’s almost charity harrassment season. You pricks: you are the reason a normal person looking for directions can’t get anyone to pay attention to them. Legitimate questions are much rarer than bullshit and invitations to try a new salon for free (BTW how insulting is that one — is my hair really that bad?), so it’s become instinctual to look away from anyone in the street who looks like they want to chat.
And the next one who asks me “are you always so antisocial” or otherwise insults me for not taking a flyer or saving polar bears is getting an earful, I promise. Same goes for you, door-holding asswipe.