I walked home from the dentist’s office yesterday. As I was approaching my house, I saw two groups of well-dressed people knocking on doors of neighboring homes.
Immediately, alarm bells went off in my head. I knew what this meant. The Jehovah’s Witnesses were out on their mission to save souls.
I decided to head the interlopers off at the pass, and stood on my front porch to wait for them. When they arrived at the foot of my front walk, I greeted them with a warning glare. I cautioned, “Before you come any further, tell me what you want.”
One of the men remarked that it looked like I was on my way out. I informed him that I was on my way IN, and was not in the mood to deal with religious propaganda, if that's what they were selling. They wisely bid me adieu, and I benevolently waved them goodbye.
Then I went inside, made a sign, and placed it over my doorbell. It reads: No religious soliciting. Invasion of privacy.
This kind of thing does not sit well with me. I consider it to be an unwelcome interruption, and an enormously rude imposition. Mind your own business, and I will mind mine.
We have a National Do Not Call Registry to deal with pesky telemarketers. I think a Do Not Proselytize Registry would also be in order.
Song of the Day: All Along the Watchtower by Jimi Hendrix