While doing the 5:00 dash, I heard a loud bang-bang-bang! on the door. My first thought was to have the kids take cover, because apparently we were found out for treason against El Jefe and associating with the Mirabal sisters. Wait. That’s just the book I finished reading. (a good read, if you are interested)

But what was the angry bang on the door at this hour? Why wasn’t my doorbell being used? And why haven’t I still put up a sign that says “solicitors will be shot?”

As I opened the door a young man, in his early 20’s gave me a smile and a clipboard. I stated flatly, as I thought back to the ridiculous amounts of people that have come to my door trying to sell me overpriced education books to try and obtain a visa, “I am making dinner.” (sorry, dude. your butt is going to be deported if you want me to buy some books)

Then he told me he was with the Clean Water Action and was trying to get a petition signed to clean up our disgusting water. Immediately my aloofness went out the door and I began salvitating at the idea of becoming involved in this. The petition, I mean.

I started to make small talk about the topic and how I wrote about it and so forth. The next thing I know the guy is emulating American pie, “and one time, his girlfriend.” Uhm, yeah.

Apparently, the dude thought I was excited about HIM and felt the need to let me know he was taken by some young 20-year old chick. Which just made me laugh. Because I am fairly certain there is no way in his young hormone crazed way he could fathom that I was hawt over the topic, not him.

It gets worse.

As my banshees got louder in the background he asks me how many kids I have. “Three.”

“Wow, you don’t look too bad for having three kids.”

“Uhm? Not so sure I agree with you on that one, but Thanks?” ( So for having 3 kids, I am ok, otherwise- yuck?)

“Well, you are better than my mom.” (You are comparing me to your mom? That is sooo wrong. I am probably not even 10 years older than you.)

She had 3 kids and she is BIG.” (Wow, your Mama must be so proud.And is this a compliment or insult?)

He left with my signature, a donation, and what little pride I had left.

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