Join Date: Sep 2008
Location: Linton, IN
Bikes: 1977 Bridgestone Kabuki Super Speed; 1979 Raleigh Professional; 1983 Raleigh Rapide mixte; 1974 Peugeot UO-8; 1993 Univega Activa Trail; 1972 Raleigh Sports; 1967 Phillips; 1981 Schwinn World Tourist; 1976 Schwinn LeTour mixte; 1964 Western Flyer
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Two weeks ago, I was standing outside, and these two mormons walk up to me. Talking their talk, and so I'm engaging them in some friendly banter. They ask if they can come back in a week. Me, tired and sick, just to get them to go away, say "sure, why not." LAst week, they show up, and I had completely forgotten about them. This week, I'm sitting in my home office messing around on the computer while they are knocking at the door. It's now 8:24. T minus 7 minutes and counting.
I had an old jehovah's witness come to my house when I was living in Crawfordsville. She was fun. She'd talk to me about the grace of God, etc. I'd spit back fire and brimstone scripture to her. After a while, she got so flummoxed she walked away without even saying goodbye. Since then, once a month, she'd come, and bring enforcement. I'd do the same for all of them, and they couldn't get a niche in my scriptural armor, as it were. Eventually I got tired of that, and started having the girlfriend answer the door wearing handcuffs around her wrists and a ball gag around her neck, I'd go to the door in a thong (long story) and studded collar/leash arrangement, I called over a gay friend to hit on the guy that she usually brought, etc. That was fun...Eventually they stopped coming. Persistent fellows, honestly.