Evidently, the previous owner of this house was amenable to Jehovah’s Witnesses. Now that the weather’s warm, they stop by every other Saturday morning. Sometimes, they ask for Connie. They’re polite, kind of like Moonies, and I have no reason to be rude to them, but seriously, reading bible verses isn’t going to make me any happer in life than a sense of accomplishment.
Don’t most people feel at least a little bit of joy at getting a task done, and doing it well? Ben was ready to be all over them, licking them to death, but I had him by the collar, just to make sure he didn’t knock them over. I think they visited our nextdoor neighbors after us. Mead would have completely knocked them over, and licked them to death. Mead’s adorable, but he’s a big boy that has given me a few knee scrapes.
Anyway, I politely got rid of the two ladies, wishing them a great weekend.
I’d rather have a Jehova’s witness at my door than the sketchy people pounding on my neighbor’s window and shouting at all time of day and night. >.<
I consider them harmless. There’s nothng threatening about them. At least they’d never try to crush your knuckles with a ruler, the way a Mother Superior once did to me. I guess this is their version of missionary work. Still, it’s weird when they have to drive a block down your private driveway to find your house, and doorknock.