Yesterday I answered my door and found a slovenly-looking young man in his early teens staring back at me. I didn't know this kid, so I expected:

a) Wrong house

or

Can I wash your dirty car/mow your overgrown yard/sell you overpriced candy (any of these are good options)

Instead, he looked at me with his dead fish eyes, stammered and then said, "My mom lives over there (he nods his head backwards), and she's trying to raise money for cancer. Umm, for poor people with cancer. Er, like homeless people with cancer, and stuff."

Now, my heart goes out to these poor, homeless, people with cancer (and stuff), but I needed to see the paperwork for the fundraiser before I made any decisions. I noticed he was clutching a folded piece of paper tightly, so I eyed it and then asked if he had any paperwork for his mom's cause.

He twitched a bit and then told me oh yeah, that his mom has the paperwork, and he would go get it for me.

AND HE NEVER CAME BACK.

Let me tell you, I was very shocked that he didn't return with documentation and sign up sheets for his crusade against homeless cancer and stuff fundraiser. I should have just handed a twenty over to him right then and there. Now I've gone and missed my opportunity to donate.