Some time back, I made a little resolution to firmly yet politely refuse any and all flyers pushed to me. The thing is, I don't like the way people invade your personal space in such an abrupt manner, most of the time when you least expect it.
But when I saw the middle-aged lady, obviously weary from a full day's worth of handing flyers out to complete strangers, my big heart softened. This time, I told myself, I would gladly accept a flyer from her, no, no, I would enthusiastically take the initiative and ask her for a flyer.
Heck, I would even throw in a big smile and wish her well.
So I strode up to her, and asked in a cheery voice if I could have one. She looked taken aback for a second, gave me a queer look, recovered and handed me a flyer. I flashed her a happy smile, then walked off, taking a little comfort in the knowledge that I had made her job that little bit easier.
Then I glanced down at the flyer.
"2005 Wedding Fair! Hundreds of styles and cuts! Dresses galore! Sale on NOW!"
No more Mr. Nice Guy.
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