ME: You guys already hit me up.
HIM: It's not what you think, we're not selling magazines.
ME: Right, you're selling books!
HIM: ...yes. Did he have something like... ::shows brochure::
ME: Right, exactly. Books for kids, in the hospital.
HIM: Well, crap. I'm just around the corner on Francisco. No one around here is in my class! What the heck?
There's a pause and the poor guy looks genuinely lost.
ME: I'm not sure he was at UCLA like you. Maybe he is at a different school that's doing the fundraiser.
HIM: Oh man, yeah. Crap. Yeah.
ME: So, anyway, this area has had the pitch already. Sorry.
HIM: Thanks, man. ::wanders off sadly::