My dad used to scare the bejeezus out of JWs by saying "Just a moment, let me get my sword" - of course, my dad meant "my bible", but quite a few JWs left our front porch MIGHTY quickly. :)

So, my fun times with JWs has come back to haunt me. It's not such a problem when its me around - but when I'm busy working, don't hear the doorbell and my grandma comes upstairs to tell me my friend is at the door - ugh.

So, in my pajamas (as I was the first time I greeted her), I go downstairs not knowing who in the world is there, and its the lady who gave me the pamphlet. "Did I have time to read it?" "No." "Well, do you have time to sit with me today to talk about it?" "I'm actually working right now." (hard sell, since I was in my pajamas, I'm sure)


I told my grandma to not bother answering the door. "She sounded like a nice young lady. I figured she was a school friend." I told her that any school friends, any friends for that matter, would give me the courtesy of a phone call first.

Of course, in hindsight, I should have told the nice lady that I'd read her book and disagreed with it in its entirety. (Not that I do). And then of course, "Good Day. Hail Satan."

Hmmpf.

I must be in a mood.

(if your a male) get naked, shove your peter between your legs and hop to the door and swing it open and say... "are you the person that is responding to my craigslist lost and found post?"