
by Kerry Dougherty
โWow,โ she said. โThirty dollars exactly. I canโt ask you to round up.โ
One day last week, on what felt like my 57th visit to my local supermarket, the cashier grinned as she rang up my order.
Well she could ask. But my answer would be the same as always: No.
Frankly, Iโm tired of being asked if I want round up to the nearest dollar every time I make a purchase.
It happens at grocery stores, department stores and fast food joints. Everywhere you turn, someoneโs got their hand out.
I like to think Iโm charitable. But I like to pick my own charities.
Right before Christmas when my basket was full of rich foods, a cheerful cashier asked me if I wanted to round up the food bank. I hesitated. The food bank does remarkable work feeding the poorest of the poor in Hampton Roads. It seemed churlish not to donate.
I sighed. I glanced around and saw the man behind me, staring. I was embarrassed. I didnโt even look to my total to see what rounding up would mean.
โNo,โ I replied.
Not, โIโm so sorryโ or โI gave at the officeโ just NO.
I always say no to check-out charities. No matter how worthy the beneficiary. No matter how many people are within earshot.
I donโt like the tactic. I want it to stop. Continue reading.















