They knocked on my back door. Nobody ever knocks on my back door except Michael, and I don't mind him knocking on my back door. He's cute.
Anyway, there was a man and woman standing outside the door. I pegged them as JWs the moment I saw them. The man was holding a pamphlet in his hand. He was inviting me to an evening with a speaker who will be talking about how mankind is destroying the world.
"I'm Baptist," I told them. "Always have been. If I ever feel the urge to convert you to MY church, I'll come knocking at your door."
After I closed my door on them, I walked to the front door, out into the hall, and opened the front door, waiting for them to come around as I knew they would. When they saw me standing there, the man smiled politely, nodded, and gave a little wave. They walked right on by.
Anyway, there was a man and woman standing outside the door. I pegged them as JWs the moment I saw them. The man was holding a pamphlet in his hand. He was inviting me to an evening with a speaker who will be talking about how mankind is destroying the world.
"I'm Baptist," I told them. "Always have been. If I ever feel the urge to convert you to MY church, I'll come knocking at your door."
After I closed my door on them, I walked to the front door, out into the hall, and opened the front door, waiting for them to come around as I knew they would. When they saw me standing there, the man smiled politely, nodded, and gave a little wave. They walked right on by.

