Between NPR and a Hard Spot

So, it’s pledge week again on NPR. Fall is the season my hubby and I give. I called when I got home tonight. One of the prizes for new members was a T-shirt. They went on and on about how cool the T-shirts were. On and on. I decided I wanted a T-shirt.

A friend informs me that T-shirts are for new members only. I inform her I intend to negotiate for my T-shirt. I’m kidding. I mean, it’s a T-shirt advertising their business that they are giving away to people sending in less money than I am.

I call with my pledge and go through all the rigamorole – name, date, serial number. At the end I tell her I want a T-shirt. She says no. The woman says no. Then she says they are only for new members. I tell her that’s rude. I tell her I am going to withdraw my pledge. I tell her I have been giving to NPR since I was 18. My parents have been giving since I was 5. I am 37 years old and that’s a long time to be giving to NPR. I am not kidding. I am indignant. I am serious. I want a T-shirt. She says she’ll get a manager.

The manager gets me my frickin’ T-shirt. I’ll send ’em an extra $20 with my pledge for the shirt. I’m not trying to rip anybody off. What a sister has to do up in this town for a T-shirt.

Love NPR, love, love, love… and happy to advertise them.