Ruth MottramI had Jehovah's Witnesses round this morning (not a very common occurrence round here).
Them: "Do you ever think about the future?"
Me: "I'm a climate scientist, I think it about the future all the time.."
BrianKrebs@Ruth_Mottram Growing up, my dad (a strong Catholic) used to welcome the Hare Krishnas, Jehovah's Witness, and the young men from the Mormon church who came by from time to time. He would sit out on the lawn and bring chairs out for everyone and offer peach daiquiris for them (they always refused). And then he'd try to convert them to Catholicism.
Tom Sheppard@briankrebs @Ruth_Mottram Back in the ‘70s a car pulled up to my parent’s acreage. They were greeted by our barking German Shepherd. Two children got out of the car and knocked on the door. The dog kept barking at the car. They were Mormons and said their parents would like to talk to me. I said, “Sure, please have them come to the door.” The kids went back to the car, got in, and they drove away. Brave enough to send their kids to face the dog, but not themselves. 😆
Levka@Tom @briankrebs @Ruth_Mottram
In the ‘70s I was living in East Oakland at 15th and 11th. Christian missionaries were canvassing my street. I think they were Jehovah’s Witnesses. They knocked my door three Saturdays in a row. I never let them in. I’d open the door the length of its chain, ask what they wanted and then slam it in their face. Even though they were always different individuals, they always wanted the same thing, a moment of my time to discuss “our lord and savior” Jesus Christ. Slam! Good riddance.
But they kept coming back. I figured that if they couldn’t take a hint, maybe they’d respond to some psychological warfare. I had a German Shepard. My partner at the time had a dog that was half Doberman and half Great Dane. On the fourth Saturday I could see them coming up the street. I took off all my clothes. When I answered the door I opened it wide so they have a good view. There I was, buck naked except for my wrap around shades, and holding a large, snarling dog by the collar with each hand. Black Sabbath was playing on the stereo. Incense hung in the air.
“In this house we worship Satan,” I said.
They never came back. Maybe it was the incense.
Lenora@LevZadov @Tom @briankrebs @Ruth_Mottram when they come to my door I don't respond to the knocks. After a while they stopped coming