“Do they think I’m a bottomless pit?”

“When President Franklin Roosevelt established the March of Dimes to save children from polio, he did it because he believed that people can solve any problem if they work together.
And he was right.
Thanks to millions of dimes from people like you, the Salk vaccine was developed... and polio no longer threatened America’s children.
So why are we still asking for your dimes?”
“Because we are an established charity, with hundreds of employees, and we can’t let ‘em all go.
With the Salk vaccine, we had to change to something else to solicit money for — namely saving babies from premature birth, birth defects, and low birth weight.
Polio in children is no longer a threat, so we had to switch to something to remain viable.
And babies are irresistible.
Send us your money!”

Almost every week we get a solicitation from the March of Dimes.
Another is Easter Seals; yet Easter is only one day per year. And that’s in one month out of 12.
Every solicitation is 89 bazilyun return-address labels, or flowery sealing stickers. The return labels get put through our shredder; I use the sealing stickers.
These freeloaders get one gift per year. Easter Seals is around Easter, and March of Dimes is in March.
Last summer a lady called from March of Dimes and couldn’t understand how I’d only wanna give one gift per year — in March.
And yet we’re continually snowed with return-address labels.
“What is it with these people?” I always ask. “Do they think I’m a bottomless pit?”

The first quote is from an actual letter from the March of Dimes.

“Our” is my wife of 41+ years, Linda, and I.