I was rudely awakened by 'Jehovah's' witnesses this morning. I didn't know it was them at until I wandered to the door in pajamas and a sleepy daze. I didn't recognise the shape at the door, so I didn't answer it and then a leaflet came through the door. I wish now that I had answered the door. I don't understand why these people think they have the right to come to my house and preach to me about 'god' and 'Jesus'.
The post lady, Julie, arrived some five minutes later and I answered the door to sign for a package. I asked her if she had noticed the bible-bashers and she told me that last week in a neighbouring village, there had been four cars of them and that they'd tried to talk to her. She said that she didn't understand what gave them the right either, and why don't they just get a proper job? She also quite rightly pointed out that there is a church at the top of the hill, and if people wanted to go there, then they could whenever they wanted and didn't need forcing into it.
I got dressed and went outside for a cigarette and found it hard resisting going and talking to them, as they're parked right across the street. I don't know if I would've gotten angry or if I'd have just told them about my theories on the Flying Spaghetti Monster. Maybe I could've given them a leaflet about atheism and seen how they would appreciate it.
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