It was a pocket of chaos on a quiet street. We walked on the other side to avoid the hard sell of children on a mission. Really, we had nothing against it, and it was for a good cause, but there is something very disconcerting and annoying about the prospect of being put on the spot by a child. Does he really want to know my reasons for not buying a cookie? Will he understand the unwillingness to partake in this illusion? If it were truly about selling baked goods, a simple “I don’t want your product” would do. But this was charity under the guise of commerce, and as with my scotch, I prefer my charity straight up.