I've got it all planned out: if one of the guilt mongers hawking Amnesty International tries to stop me as I'm walking down the street, I'm going to point over their shoulder behind them with a look of horror and scream, "Jesus Christ, what the hell is that!?" Then, when they turn to look, I slip around the other side, and I'm home free.
My heart rate spikes as I walk into their sphere of attack, and the woman of the pair (they always hunt in pairs) locks eyes with me.
But all she says is, "Hi," and I pass without incident.
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