You come up with a script that goes something like this:
Excuse me, ladies and gentlemen. Pardon the interruption. I’m here selling candy for $1--not for no basketball team, not for no school trip, but to raise money to cure blood cancers and to keep me out of trouble. Unfortunately all I have right now is Snickers and Peanut M&Ms. Would anyone like to help fight the #1 disease killer of children?
For some reason, it doesn’t go over as well as you’d like. You get kicked off of the subway and have to find another means of travel. You decide:
a) to ride your motorcycle (go to page 10).
b) to say, “Heck no! I won’t go!” and hold your ground on the A train (go to page 15).
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