Mission 63: Do the SADD (Students Against Driving Drunk)
So today I went to volunteer to collect money for SADD (Students Against Driving Drunk) in Queen Street and it was the most sad thing I have ever done in my life.
We soon realised that you can't say 'support' and 'against' and 'driving drunk/drunk driving' in the same sentence because people don't hear the 'against' and only hear 'support' and 'drunk driving'.
We certainly got some weird looks, rude looks, and crazy people coming up to us. There were these two drunks (YES AT TEN THIRTY IN THE MORNING) who came up to us and were like: "Can YOu sponSOr uSssss?"
And I was pretty much: Omfg... wtf?!
We met this other guy who was walking down Queen Street and one of the other girls asked him to donate and he looked back as us blankly and was all: "Why?"
NOTE TO SELF: Don't bother asking those who drink.
It was getting tiring and sad because people were just IGNORING us (seriously, some of them take one look at us and then they pointedly look in the other directly or at something else until they walk past us. There was this one guy who started walking like a retard or drunk or a drunken retard as soon as he made eye connection with me and then as soon as he got to the traffic lights, he stopped doing that).
I started playing with the collection bucket because it was just so boring and I just about had enough of asking and smiling and talking into the air and it was freezing because this is Auckland. Then I accidentally let go of the bucket and my hands went after it to catch it but I was standing funny and so lost my balance and I kinda went down as well. Only I was lucky enough to catch myself in time and get back up right with the collection bucket.
I was laughing so much after this little stinct and at the time I saw this backpacker who was walking in my direction and he saw the whole thing and he snickered and then started laughing at me. So I snagged the chance and asked him straight out to donate to my cause. He started to refuse so I told him: "How about for my little act then?"
And he laughed some more and then donated. I was like: YEY I should drop the bucket more!
Three people were generous and donated five bucks each and I was like: ZOMG YES!!!
Thing was, around 1:30pm, there was this incident - probably electric wire caused fire or something like that - and around... FIVE frikin fire engines turned up along with two St John vehicles and an undercover police car. We had seen a group of really loud and obnoxious people a littler earlier on so we thought it was something to do with them at first but then we started to smell smoke so I wanted to go see and so we did and well, that Vodaphone store better hope they got insurance and also that clothes store next to it and that it covers smoke damage.
Unfortunately for us, after the emergency vehicles turned up and blocked up the middle of Queen Street, it became hopeless for us since all pedestrians were all too busy gawking at the pretty emergency vehicles (yes, they are pretty brightly coloured and shinny - impossible to miss or distinguish between one an other both by eye and ear).
So we just about gave up and quit. Not after going all the way down to Britomart first and back again. =_=||| And we also did some seriously begging.
On the bus ride home, I thought I was sitting over the engine of the bus for a while because my leg started heating up. Thank god for common sense because it was on top of my thigh and I was like: OMFG WTF??!!! And I nearly freaked out when I shoved my hand into my bag to see what the fuck was heating up so much. My keys WERE FUCKING HOT. So I pulled them out and I continued searching and since I couldn't smell any burning or see any flames in my bag but I could FEEL the heat and the memories of the fire thing earlier in the day being fresh in my head - I nearly crapped my pants trying to figure out what the fuck was going on in my bag.
I found an overheated battery. IT WAS BURNING MAN. SO DAMN HOT. I thought it was going to explode or something and I was so tempted to lob it out the door the next time someone got off. Thing was, my imagination got the better of me (blaming it on Hollywood films) and nearly freaked again because all I could think of was the battery exploding as soon as it hit the ground. So I sat there in silence and quietly freaking out to myself about the stupid battery (seriously IT WAS REALLY REALLY HOT). I got off the bus and then got rid off it. Now I'm just hoping it has cooled down and stays cool instead of exploding in some poor thing's face.
We soon realised that you can't say 'support' and 'against' and 'driving drunk/drunk driving' in the same sentence because people don't hear the 'against' and only hear 'support' and 'drunk driving'.
We certainly got some weird looks, rude looks, and crazy people coming up to us. There were these two drunks (YES AT TEN THIRTY IN THE MORNING) who came up to us and were like: "Can YOu sponSOr uSssss?"
And I was pretty much: Omfg... wtf?!
We met this other guy who was walking down Queen Street and one of the other girls asked him to donate and he looked back as us blankly and was all: "Why?"
NOTE TO SELF: Don't bother asking those who drink.
It was getting tiring and sad because people were just IGNORING us (seriously, some of them take one look at us and then they pointedly look in the other directly or at something else until they walk past us. There was this one guy who started walking like a retard or drunk or a drunken retard as soon as he made eye connection with me and then as soon as he got to the traffic lights, he stopped doing that).
I started playing with the collection bucket because it was just so boring and I just about had enough of asking and smiling and talking into the air and it was freezing because this is Auckland. Then I accidentally let go of the bucket and my hands went after it to catch it but I was standing funny and so lost my balance and I kinda went down as well. Only I was lucky enough to catch myself in time and get back up right with the collection bucket.
I was laughing so much after this little stinct and at the time I saw this backpacker who was walking in my direction and he saw the whole thing and he snickered and then started laughing at me. So I snagged the chance and asked him straight out to donate to my cause. He started to refuse so I told him: "How about for my little act then?"
And he laughed some more and then donated. I was like: YEY I should drop the bucket more!
Three people were generous and donated five bucks each and I was like: ZOMG YES!!!
Thing was, around 1:30pm, there was this incident - probably electric wire caused fire or something like that - and around... FIVE frikin fire engines turned up along with two St John vehicles and an undercover police car. We had seen a group of really loud and obnoxious people a littler earlier on so we thought it was something to do with them at first but then we started to smell smoke so I wanted to go see and so we did and well, that Vodaphone store better hope they got insurance and also that clothes store next to it and that it covers smoke damage.
Unfortunately for us, after the emergency vehicles turned up and blocked up the middle of Queen Street, it became hopeless for us since all pedestrians were all too busy gawking at the pretty emergency vehicles (yes, they are pretty brightly coloured and shinny - impossible to miss or distinguish between one an other both by eye and ear).
So we just about gave up and quit. Not after going all the way down to Britomart first and back again. =_=||| And we also did some seriously begging.
On the bus ride home, I thought I was sitting over the engine of the bus for a while because my leg started heating up. Thank god for common sense because it was on top of my thigh and I was like: OMFG WTF??!!! And I nearly freaked out when I shoved my hand into my bag to see what the fuck was heating up so much. My keys WERE FUCKING HOT. So I pulled them out and I continued searching and since I couldn't smell any burning or see any flames in my bag but I could FEEL the heat and the memories of the fire thing earlier in the day being fresh in my head - I nearly crapped my pants trying to figure out what the fuck was going on in my bag.
I found an overheated battery. IT WAS BURNING MAN. SO DAMN HOT. I thought it was going to explode or something and I was so tempted to lob it out the door the next time someone got off. Thing was, my imagination got the better of me (blaming it on Hollywood films) and nearly freaked again because all I could think of was the battery exploding as soon as it hit the ground. So I sat there in silence and quietly freaking out to myself about the stupid battery (seriously IT WAS REALLY REALLY HOT). I got off the bus and then got rid off it. Now I'm just hoping it has cooled down and stays cool instead of exploding in some poor thing's face.