bloodyrosemccoy | But Don't Mess With The Missionary Man

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.