Tolerance continued

Finding some quiet time after a lot of shoving furniture around the living room, I get to share with my blog the fact that the ladies from Jehovah's witnesses came back last Tuesday. Apparently, Tuesday is the day of the week they spend in my neighbourhood and I get to answer the door at 3 in the afternoon - in case anyone missed it the first time, I enjoy quiet afternoons.

This time they left me the program with all the bible themes that are to be discussed each Sunday until the end of the year. And a booklet with the main topics from the Bible that people are interested in and do not have the time or drive to actually look up in the Bible. I will spare the virtual reader and myself the pain of skimming through it.

This Tuesday they promised to come again. I am at a loss. Do I really seem to be so welcoming, when all this time I thought of myself as a proper hag repelling unwanted people to bother me a second time? I do have to reconsider my attitude.

The pretext is to come pick up the booklet.

I need to find the proper argument for them to abandon all hope of converting me. Or at least of getting me to join their cult or whatever. And most importantly, I want my quiet Tuesdays back. Even the thought of them coming over is troubling.

I understand that this is what 'missionaries' do, try to make people see their truth, against said people's will, but really, in this modern times, the idea of missionary is out of place for me. With a modicum of interest, you can find out anything you want to know about practically everything that you had no idea about. One of the blessings of internet. The counterpart is that anyone is virtually a doctor in anything nowadays, with a degree from the Google Academy of Higher Truth and Knowledge. Digressing, again...

The above mentioned shoving around of furniture is needed in the eve of the arrival of the new, proper, grown-up furniture that is to confirm our grown-up status. It is also good for the morale, keeps things fresh, and I can't wait for the furniture to finally come home and organize the books as I have always wanted to.

Until then, I HAVE to come up with a forceful yet polite line to serve the ladies up on Tuesday, so that they quit visiting me. I suspect I am pretty pathetic, being afraid, well, not afraid, but inconvenienced by two Jehovah's witnesses ladies. Such a push-over...