Why do door-to-door religion peddlers feel the need to knock on my door at 10:30 in the morning telling me that I need to be saved? Why? I’m lucky if I’m out of my pajamas at that time on most days. If I wanted to join your religion (cult), or whatever you want to call it, I’d do it on my own terms. I wouldn’t “buy” it from a door-to-door salesman (or women in this instance).
These 2 women had to be in their 80s, hunched over with Osteoporosis, all frail standing on my rotting porch. There was at least 160 years of human life between the two of them standing on my porch peddling their religion. Frankly, I’m worried about the two of those women. Walking door to door in the city, some druggy asshole could knock one of them over and steal their wallets….and break their hips.
Anyway…its too late. I’m already going to hell. I don’t need to be saved.
If you are going to peddle religion, at least have the decency do it after lunch, I’m most likely dressed at that point. However, be warned – I’m still going to slam the door on you anyway.
That is all.