I once answered the door in a blood spattered apron; I had been butchering a chicken for a chinese stir fry and the neighbor kids thought is was a cool joke to keep ringing my door bell. After the 5th or 6th time, I stormed down the hallway from the kitchen, which was at the back of a railroad flat, while carrying the cleaver to less and flung open the door, only to find two rather startled JW's at the door. They took one look at the apron, then the cleaver and quickly said, "We see you're busy. We'll come by another time." They turned quickly and sprinted down the stairs. Never came back.......
BTW, I was living in Brooklyn then, just a stone's throw from where they publish The Watchtower.
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Date: 2009-10-26 10:54 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2009-10-26 11:18 pm (UTC)Actually, they have quite a comprehensive database, so if you just tell them "please don't come back", they won't.
But if you're new to the neighborhood, they'll be there in, oh, about four hours...
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Date: 2009-10-27 01:48 am (UTC)BTW, I was living in Brooklyn then, just a stone's throw from where they publish The Watchtower.