One woman thought that my asking for “support for a Constitutional right to vote” meant that I was asking for money, but I was not immediately aware of that enlightening and amusing vignette: This attractive woman about 25 or 30, dressed a bit “up” for PT norms (aging hippies blended with LL Bean/Land’s End shoppers) responds to my standard opening rap (which is always preceded by making eye contact and greeting people with “Good Morning,” or the opposite: no eye contact yet, so I say “Good Morning,” which, as most humans will react, usually gets me the eye contact response. So now this lovely lady is standing a short arms-length away from me and digging into her pocket book which is slung from her right shoulder. I had interpreted her positive response–“Oh, yes,” (or something similar) to mean that she was going to show me a copy of the leaflet that she was already carrying with her, which I suddenly felt excited about. You see, what is equally amusing–to me, anyway–is that I had no clue that something was going on other than my delusion that she was about to enthusiastically show me my leaflet! One of many examples of how one can miss the boat while living in one’s own little world.
But no. She started by fingering a dollar bill, which I thought she was just moving out of the way as she searched for the copy of my leaflet. But no. Now another dollar bill appears and then there are a bunch of them and her hand is rising out of her pocket book and I suddenly say “Oh no, I’m not asking you for money, I’m asking you to support the issue of a Constitutional right to vote by considering my proposal (our-I think I usually say “our”–which is perhaps a bit deceptive, but there are people who “support” my proposal, so it’s probably not truly being deceptive–or is that just a rationalization?).” So then she smiles and puts her money away and says “Oh, of course,” and then takes the leaflet and walks away.
On another day, one guy apparently thought I was infringing on the sacred space of American Consumerism: “I’M SHOPPING FOR GROCERIES!” he complained as he walked away to his car.
Life can sometimes be better than the movies (It’s better because you get to be a walk-on in your own life).