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I was on the phone with my sis this morning when the door bell chimed. I looked through the living room door into the hallway to see a fuzzy figure through the frosted stained glass of the front door. I wanted them to go, fearing the worst. "It's Jehovah's witnesses", I said to my sis in a hush over the phone. "Oh no!" she whispered back, but the figure at the door was still there some minutes later. "I'll have to answer it, just in case it's something important", I said and hung up.
On reaching the door, I could see it was a pair of fuzzy figures, one standing on the lower level beside the wooden ramp we have installed outside our house. "Ah, it's good we caught you in this morning", he said, as he eyed the ramp, "Let me get on this to be at the same level as you are", he continued. In his hands were two pamplets, one on the top had "Awake" across the top. "I want to talk to you about the issues of today in these Watch Tower magazines", he waxed patting his pamplets, as I stared into his mouth noticing the nicotine stained crooked teeth. His sidekick remains where he is without making a sound.
"Wait, is this about religion?" I asked, as if expecting something else.
"Yes!", the guy answered.
"Please go away.", I interjected, moving to closed the door, he craned his head forward and raised his finger, "You're not interested?", came his hopeful voice through the closing crack.
"No!", as the door clunked shut.
On reaching the door, I could see it was a pair of fuzzy figures, one standing on the lower level beside the wooden ramp we have installed outside our house. "Ah, it's good we caught you in this morning", he said, as he eyed the ramp, "Let me get on this to be at the same level as you are", he continued. In his hands were two pamplets, one on the top had "Awake" across the top. "I want to talk to you about the issues of today in these Watch Tower magazines", he waxed patting his pamplets, as I stared into his mouth noticing the nicotine stained crooked teeth. His sidekick remains where he is without making a sound.
"Wait, is this about religion?" I asked, as if expecting something else.
"Yes!", the guy answered.
"Please go away.", I interjected, moving to closed the door, he craned his head forward and raised his finger, "You're not interested?", came his hopeful voice through the closing crack.
"No!", as the door clunked shut.




