"Do you wish to donate to breast cancer?" I stared at the question on the credit card transaction display.
My first reaction was "Whaaaat? Where were the words 'donate to prevent' or 'donate for research against?" I looked again. It simply read, "Donate to breast cancer." I was frozen in place, staring at the display, considering the awful question if maybe I wanted to give money to propagate breast cancer. The cashier interrupted my spell by suggesting I simply donate a dollar. For breast cancer.
It wasn't worth explaining. "No," I said and slid my credit card through the reader.
The cashier wouldn't give up. He asked me to donate my spare change.
Angry, I turned to face the man.