A Knock at the Door

It's Saturday morning. Since it was a long, tiring week. I slept a little late. Not long after I got up (and while I was still in my PJ's), there was a knock at the door. Bandit went nuts barking--as he always does when we have visitors or mail delivery or people (even small children) just walking down our street. I opened the door to find two Jehovah's Witnesses on the porch.

I have nothing against Jehovah's Witnesses, except, well, they seem to have terrible timing. How did they know to show up the Saturday I slept late and was still in my PJ's? The very earnest looking young man of the twosome tried to hand me the Watchtower magazine and asked how I would feel if I was lied to. I smiled because my brain wanted to say, "I would exact revenge with swift and horrorible violence!" and then lean forward to ask the boy in a mean voice, "Would you ever lie to me???"

But I didn't. As I said, he looked very earnest--and his cheeks were pink and fuzzy. So instead I informed them it wasn't a good time since I was still in my PJ's.

One Saturday I conducted a little experiment with a pair of JW's. My wife was at the grocery store and as I got out of the shower I heard a knock at the door. I thought it was her. So I wrapped the towel around me and went to open the door. It was JW's. I decided to act as if I was fully dressed to see if and for how long the elderly couple would talk to a man wearing nothing but a towel--thankfully the towel did not slip. I also tried to interest them in becoming Catholic (which I am, just barely). I didn't get to complete the experiment. My wife came home an hour later and broke it up. (I think I've mentioned this before)

ANother bit of fun with JW's came on a Saturday morning we were getting ready to attend a wedding. The doorbell rang just as I was getting in the shower, so my wife answered the door. When I came out of the bathroom, she was still at the door. I heard one of the JW's say "it can be frustrtating to see people down the street not lead good lives, but get material rewards--new cars, boats...". I joined my wife at the door...again in a towel, that's weird now that I think of it (I never walk around the house in a towel). But anyway, I told the couple, "We ARE the evil people down the street and also late for a wedding". I'm pretty sure I said "thank you" and "goodbye" as I shut the door.

Again, I have nothing against Jehovah's Witnesses. They're trying to help me, in their way--which I don't share. But it's okay. They're not overly pushy and in the future when I'm a lonely shut-in, I am going to talk their ears off when they visit. If you're a JW, I hope you'll come visit me then--it'll be fun (when I turn into Grandpa Simpson).

Is it just me or do Jehovah's Witnesses have bad timing with you too?