[quote name='Punk_Raven']Why am I always a sucker for the jehovah's witnesses who come up to the door early in the morning? It's like " Oh, my aunt decided to make a visit" * opens door* " Hello. Why do you think all of those people in Hurrican Katrina died? Why do you think Hurricane Katrina happened? " " Well, I think they've been predicting this for years as New Orleans was under sea level. " " But, don't you think
God has something to do with that? Because it says here in the scripture that * blah blah blah *" " Sure. That makes sense. " " Here is some magazines. Maybe we can stop by to check on you. What is your name?" "......John. " " Ok John, have a bless day".
Throughout all of that my mome was standing far behind me whispering " why'd you open the door". I really wanted to close it but I just didn't have the heart. Every single time it's a woman who I think is my damned aunt. I bet they didn't knock on anyone else's door.
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You see, I'm not nice at all. In fact, I generally look forward to people coming by to speak to me of God, because that is really God delivering someone to my door to
with, so I don't have to find one on my own. I feel like a spider waiting in its web...
When I had my long hair, of course I'd extoll the merits of Satan. Another thing I found really gets to them is just to laugh. Listen to them, and then just gigglew after everything they say. When they finally question, I'd ask them if they had any other invisible friends that watch them and judge them.
As a matter of fact, I had someone stop by in Friday, I suspect it was a Witness, because he wasn't in all white. I answered the door and he launches into his rapid fire "I'm not selling anything, nor am I collecting for charity blah blah blah." I put my hand up and pointed to my throat to try to get him to stop, because I wasn't even in the mood to
with him, but he wouldn't stop talking. I finally started to close the door, and he stopped himself. I raspily told him "I just had my throat operated on and I'm not supposed to talk and you're pissing me off." He did apologize, and like a good salesmen, told me he'd do all the talking. I slammed the door on him and sat back down in front of my bay window where he could see me. He knocked again a few more times, but finally gave up and left. It wouldn't surprise me if we have another visit now over the next week or so....