Mrs. Voices stayed home today as our daycare options were skewed because of the holiday week. I got a call later telling me about the guy that came to give us an estimate on building some steps off our deck. I got the story of how she thought he was early because the doorbell rang. It wasn’t him. It was someone that I never get to talk to when they come to my door. It was a witness. Not to a crime, not to an accident … a Jehovah’s witness.
The pamphlet they left said that the end is near. The end of suffering. I didn’t read enough of it to know how the end was coming but I just kept picturing the “Left Below” episode of The Simpsons. It sounded like they were predicting the end of the world. At least that is what I could gather from the first few words of the first sentence of each paragraph that I cobbled together.
When the wife called and told me about this, I asked if she said anything fun to get rid of her. She just politely said that we weren’t interested. They apparently wanted to come back at a different time to discuss further when they could bring a bible. I think the wife listened to the spiel a little too long. If it were me I would have said … well I would like to THINK that I would say something clever and crazy.
I always want to tell them something to drive them nuts. Not just that we are atheists or that we are devil worshipers. I kow they have a job to do just like everyone else so I don’t want to insult them. I just think that it would be a fun discussion if when they asked me what religion I was … the convo would go something like this.
witness: If you don’t mind me asking, what religion are you?
me: me.
witness: yes, you, what faith do you follow.
me: me.
witness: beg pardon?
me: I am my savior. May I ask what tenets you could bring to my fold?
witness: um … no, I would like you to convert to Jehovah’s Witness.
me: I understand you are lost child. Simply let yourself be healed and I shall deliver you once you transfer your savings to me.
I think that then, they may leave without further questions and our house would be put on the religious equivalent of the do not call registry. I just want to have fun.
Or, I would have to pull a Rex Kramer on their ass …