A familiar sight in any UK high street is the Chugger, or charity mugger.
The Chugger’s role is to step into the path between you and your urgent need to get to your office, meeting, lunch or date and try to entice you into their view that the world is full of seemingly endless injustice. The area around my office is full of these pesky people.
“Can you spare a moment for abused children/Indian tigers/the homeless?” etc…
Now, being a rather fit guy in my early forties, sidestepping them and accelerating away is child’s play.
However going out for lunch yesterday and running into a pack of them reminded me of some emails I received on one sugar dating site before I met Cleo.
I struck up a convo with a very attractive seeming lady in her late 20’s.
We were on the point of arranging to meet for a drink to see if we had the chemistry, then, from nowhere, she Chugged me.
“If I were to meet you, you ought to know that I need £1,000 (approx $1700), urgently for a medical procedure”
I was intrigued, given that here in the UK we bask in the warm glow that is our free National Health Service.
She went on…”so before we sleep together I’d want the funds deposited in my account” (meanwhile, I was only at the ‘let’s have a coffee’ stage – she was certainly a fast mover!).
I was tempted to immediately ‘delete’, but, intrigued, I thought I’d play with this a little.
“OK, but you’ll have to tell me why” I replied, thinking that she suffered from some terrible life-limiting condition that our wonderful NHS had overlooked.
She went on to say that it was because she’d been told that Sugardating was the quickest way to raise money for a breast enlargement…
When I eventually stopped laughing, I hit delete.