I was sitting here quietly minding my own business when there came a knock at the door. My son called me, he said someone for you, they say it’s business.
I loudly proclaimed, What the fuck is wrong with people, don’t they know it’s Sunday. Just leave me alone, while walking to the door. Two well dressed men were on the step. I spied the watchtower and the words just escaped. Just Fuck off, Fuck off now. I thought they were still in my head and was going to say something polite like Fuck right off.
The fear in those faces got me to thinking. How much abuse will someone take for their cult? Seriously my daughter MXit’d her BF and told him to lock the gate, There are brainwashed drones preaching in the area. His response was illuminating. He finds it humorous when his father swears at them so he was going to make sure the gate was open.
Now this brings to my mind that I am not the only person that roundly abuses these tards when they knock on my door. What goes through their minds when they get that abuse. As a salesman I get rejection but abuse is very rare.
I think I need to hire a couple of them as sales people. Because if I got the abuse I got I sure as hell would not knock on the next door. Those cult sales people just moved on to take some abuse from my neighbour. Here is my question to you?
When you spy Watchtower bearing people what is your reaction? Am I just a rude bastard, or are there a large percentage of us abusing these poor folks that are trying to convert you to their cult?
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Tags: Abuse, Jehovas Witness, stupidity
November 2nd, 2008 at 12:04 pm
November 3rd, 2008 at 12:22 am
I find a firmly delivered, “No, thank you.” will shut most of the “intruders”, up. Should that fail, the next line is: “So, WTF is in ‘No, thank you.’ that you didn’t understand?” That one has not failed me, yet.
I once lived in a block of flats, 3rd floor, no lift. So, I’m at home during the day, on leave, looking after my son (toddler). Knock, knock. Open the door, and here’s Grandma. 70 in the shade. 4ft6inches. White hair. Watchtower clutched under her arm. In visible distress from climbing the stairs. Can’t speak. So, I look at her and say “Here’s the offer. You come in, sit down, and I’ll make tea. You rest until you feel ok. No watchtower, no Jehova. Deal?” She just nodded , slipped past me and was easing herself into a lounge chair before I had the kettle on. After she regained her breath, we chatted for about an hour. Lovely woman. Smart too :))
November 3rd, 2008 at 7:04 am
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