When the Church People come to your door?

Seems like every other month, a compact sedan with some eldery folks make the trek down my driveway and the brave one gets out and knocks on the door.

Sometimes I'm sorta nice. Today, well, perhaps not so nice. After repeated rings to the door bell, I answered the front door by just a crack and blurted out... " Not Interested...Go Away " So the guy trys to shove his glossy covered church speak propaganda through the crack in the door. I pinched that sucker in the door jamb with all the groceries I had going for me. After a second or perhaps two, I let it go. Off he went mumbling sumptin' about some sinner not gonna be welcome in heaven.

Gezzus, I mean really.

As a young apprentince, then a fledgling journey machinist, I worked my share of graveyard shifts at Boeing in the early 1980's. I lived in Renton at the time and the Jehova Witness folks would come by on a regular basis letting me know that they were praying for me. They stopped waking me up after I would fail to get dressed before answering the door.... Go Figure.