But Don't Mess With The Missionary Man
Nov. 28th, 2006 11:43 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Just got hit up by missionaries. There was no possibility of pretending I wasn’t home, since I saw them approach though the window and they saw me. And I try to be civil to people, so I opened the door and very politely, very civilly, told them to go the hell away.
I know that missionaries are a nuisance, but that’s pretty much all I regard them as. Anyway, I have the feeling that while they believe on the one hand that they’re on a mission from gawd, somewhere behind they’re rather put out by the whole business. It’s damn cold outside right now, and all dark, and this is Eugene, after all, and who wants to go door to door handing out pamphlets like that? I felt kind of sorry for them, truth be told,* so I was very nice, but able to repel them with minimal fuss.
Who knew that growing up in Salt Lake would teach me such a valuable skill?
*Not enough to ask 'em in for cookies and hot cocoa, but still.
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Date: 2006-11-29 12:33 pm (UTC)I think it's something about the lean and hungry look that I give missionary types that warns them away.
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Date: 2006-11-29 06:22 pm (UTC)When my grandmother saw some of them he hadn't seen, she'd try to turn them away as fast as possible so he wouldn't have enough time to notice they were there.
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Date: 2006-11-29 07:41 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-11-30 12:17 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-12-02 05:35 am (UTC)