You can see them coming.
The kind ladies with the pamphlets.
The ones that stand there and stand there no matter how long I hide in the bathroom.
This is what they left jammed in my door. It asks:
"When you look at the scene on this tract, what feelings do you have?"
I feel like you can't read the NO SOLICITING notice at the subdivision entrance. I feel like you have invaded my space and upset my dogs. I feel you have the wrong idea about Paradise and peace isn't something you go door to door selling like cookies.
I feel in a Peaceful New World, I wouldn't want to pet bears in the bushes, pick my own berries or sleep with lions. What I would want is affordable gas for my sports car, uncrowded roads to drive it and a crapload of money to spend at my leisure.
I feel more peaceful already.
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There I am...jogging along on mile #6...thinking that I could probably walk the last half mile to my house when I come around the corner and see a group of walkers with briefcases.
So I speed up.
The one time I walked by them (and I see them about 4x a month in the neighborhood) they wanted to walk with me.
They're good for my pace.
amen.
wish I'd thunk to hide in the bathroom when they came to my house a while back.
After the tornado, a bunch of Baptists came around and told a 10 year old girl in our neighborhood that we all caused the tornado with all of our sinning. How sick is that?
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