I admit, it was not the best idea to wear this shirt on my late-evening shopping trip to the nearby supermarket. While waiting in line for the cashier a smelly guy demanded money from me to support his campaign “Vilnius Oldtwon Alcoholic of the Year 2007″. My well formulated answer to this request (“Ne!”) started a shatter of coursing into my direction. Ok, I did not understand a single word, but taking into account a) my refusal to handout some change, b) my shirt, c) me obviously being a foreigner and d) the credit-card I took out from my wallet, the very meaning revealed itself. Not to speak of the cashier girl giggling behind her counter.
I consider to impose a personal boycott on that shop. The competition is only 50m away and their tomatoes are much better. Don’t get me wrong: I don’t have a problem with people begging outside on the street. But I don’t like being pressed for spare change when simply ignoring the question is not an option.
