The other day I was at the bank, and in the corner there was a young woman sitting at a table that was covered in leaflets and posters. One glimpse of the situation immediately told me that I probably wanted to avoid whatever she promoting. There was no question she was soliciting for, or selling something. As I scurried out of the bank after I had completed my business, she brightly said to me, "Excuse me, Ma'am? Excuse me!" When I realized I had no reasonable way to ignore her, I reluctantly gave her my attention. She continued, "Would you like to help missing children?"
I actually said, "no".
And now I feel bad. I'm sorry missing children. I do want to help you. I just didn't want to help her.