Thank you for pissing me off!

Scene: Out on the scooter, dropping Greens information pamphlets into letter boxes, yesterday.

I see a cranky faced crusty old bloke, spraying Roundup on weeds growing through his cobbled driveway, so I buzz up beside him.

“G’day mate, don’t spray me, I’m not a weed, I’m only a Green.”

“Wadda ya want!” It isn’t a question, it’s a challenge.

“I stopped to give you some information on your Green candidates for next Saturday’s election.” (hold out pamphlet), “So you can put faces to the names.” (smile).

(shouts) “NO THANKS!”

“I’m glad you said that.” (still smiling... he couldn’t resist).

“Wadda ya mean?” This was a real question. I had him.

“Well, you know the big parties are funded by big business and big labour?” (he nods) “But see these pamphlets, I have to pay for these myself.”

He is now looking interested, so I continue. “So if you have no intention of ever reading it, I’m glad you told me so I don’t waste my money.”

With that, I put it back in the bag and rode off, rehearsing my little speech.
I did get to use it again later on another dyed-in-the-wool Conservative. Go the Greens!

Pic cocurtesy: norcalblogs.com