Captain's Log, Dateline 982006, Time 10:26 am.
We have been beseiged. Trapped. While doing laundry Jehovah's Witnesses came to leave literature in the small hovel-room where we were doing laundry. This room is MAYBE 10x15. Heather and I and 2 Witnesses were packed into this wind-less, tight, unsanctimonious environ. They just came to drop off pamphlets, I don't think they planned on seeing us...someone to TALK TO!
They weren't satisfied with leaving their brochures in silence, no siree...
JW: "You're reading, reading is good. You should read this." Very quiet, patronizing voice...like a preschool teacher talking to the kid that slobbers all over himself...
Hands Heather a brochure, H has the deer-in-the-headlights look...
JW: "See, here, it is about a Creator. Sometimes people wonder where things come from."
B: "Like Pyrex and styrofoam? The mysteries of nature." The straight-man, said very dry, Monty Python could not have been more proud...
JW now has the deer in the headlights look...
They pause to read what's on the computer screen - apparently privacy isn't sacred to them...
JW: "Oh, you live on a boat. This one talks about living with adversity" digs for another brochure...
Heather wanders outside and they follow. I was absorbed in the blog, not fair game... when Heather comes back, she is holding an armful of magazines and literature from the JW's...
"I think they would have taken us to dinner if we were interested." she says, and we both laugh.
At the condo I would just answer the door naked (and once with a super soaker, ululating at the top of my lungs) and that solved the problem. I guess I could have done the same today, sans water gun.... but this was almost as much fun.
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