Pamphlet priestesses

I’ve always heard stories about Jehovah’s Witnesses and how they knock on your door and talk to you for extended periods of time trying to recruit new members.

There was a knock at the door last weekend. I was at home alone while Elise was working. I snuck up to the front door while trying not to step on a part of the hardwood that would make a noise and give away the fact that someone was at home. I eased my face to the peep hole and saw two girls standing outside the front door.

“All right, chicks!”, I thought.

I opened the door and was greeted by my two visitors. After polite introductions, one of the girls immediately started talking about the damage caused by hurricane Katrina and then something about Korea. She asked if she could leave some literature with me. I agreed to the leaving of the literature. I was gaining insight that this was a religious calling. I tried to muster some witty comment about needing to be excused because the goat’s blood on the stove was probably boiling over. I decided against being witty and instead gave them both a pair of these.

She said they would be back at a later time. We said our goodbyes, she handed me some pamphlets and I closed to the door. I looked down at my newly acquired literature to find imformation from The Watchtower Society. I’m not religious by conventional standards so I just threw the papers away.

The girls came back on Wednesday while Elise was home. She didn’t answer the door because she was actually boiling goats blood. Pregnant women have weird cravings. The girls came by two other times that day as well. Elise never answered the door.

So now I can say I’ve had Jehovah’s Witnesses come to my door. Stay tuned for the inevitable Elvis sighting.

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