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RE: Being Witnessed on a Wednesday Morning, and Other Religious Debacles
The ones that come to my door only hand me their Watchtower pamphlet and tell me what time their services are. One time a little old man said come to this address at this time if you would like to meet God. I had all I could do to stop from saying WHAT!? YOU'VE GOT HER?
Lol! If only you had then I think a very interesting story would have evolved from there. Meeting him at an address...and meet god...was there a serial killer loose at the time? ;)
Hahaha. I wasn't worried.... He was a tiny tottery little old man dressed in a pastel colored leisure suit with a happy smile. All I could do was smile back and take his offered pamphlet and hope that he made it back down my front steps without falling over!
That is cute. I hope he feels he did his duties and is happy.