I need someone to develop a product called Witness-B-Gone. Something for those of us plagued by the Jehovah's Witnesses.
I was installing a light fixture in the living room the other day, standing on a ladder when the doorbell rang. From my vantage point it appeared to be a young mom and her toddler. Instead it was a Witness and her pain-in-my-ass in training.
Totally unimpressed by my "NO SOLICITING" sign.
Mrs. Sneed had a similar experience with a guy hustling beef products door-to-door. He claimed not to be soliciting, but rather delivering.
So, I guess we will have to start locking the gate, which is a pain for the people we don't mind seeing.
Things in this blog represented to be fact, may or may not actually be true. The writer is frequently wrong, sometimes just full of it, but always judgmental and cranky