A few months ago, I started shopping at a certain store that was on my way home because I realized that their regular prices were cheaper than the sale prices at the other two stores on my way home. As December descended upon us, I was reminded by the silence at the entryways that this particular store does not let Salvation Army bell ringers on their property.
When this store originally made their decision against the Salvation Army a few years or so ago, I was pretty ticked off, but since I never shopped there, what did my response matter? Now that I do shop there most of the time, I found myself contemplating my anger and what I should do about it.
Part of my miffedness was somewhat childish, I suppose. I was used to hearing the bell-ringers. They were a cheerful, regular part of the holidays for me. I saved change all year to give them. Going shopping in December and not being reminded of this easy way I could help people in need just seemed different, kind of wrong, like something was missing.
I could have just used this reminder to go online and give, but I remember being a bell-ringer during a particularly bitter winter. I remember how grateful I was when people dropped in their pennies. (I think I can still hear that bell reverberating in my head.) Bell-ringers work in less-than comfortable conditions to make sure that other people can be more comfortable. I guess I just want to reward that effort.
So I did my own private, personal boycott of that store, and I think maybe I will write them a brief letter (not condemning but) explaining why I chose to take (more of) my money elsewhere this month. I figure it can't hurt.
Have you ever quietly voted with your dollars like this? Why or why not?
27 December 2009
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