The Robbo Service

As I made my way to the metro yesterday evening, I was accosted by a somewhat scraggly young man carrying a clipboard who said to me, "Sir! Surely you care about the environment, don't you?"

"Nope," I smiled encouragingly as I passed by, "Not in the least. Have a nice day."

The Missus laughed heartily when I told her about it, but then said she bet I did it just so I could blog about it. Not so, I replied. Instead, I did it so the young man would have a story of eviiiiil Rethuglican indifference with which to regale his friends. In fact, if he plays it right, he might even be able to score some sympathy tail.

A little touch of Robbo in the afternoon, spreading sweetness and light. That's what I like to think I'm all about.