I never know what to say...

[blueerica]

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.