I’m one of those people that likes to know that somebody is going to come over. When somebody knocks on the door and I’m not expecting anybody, I immediately get this attitude of, “Who is it, and what the hell do they want?”

So when I got to the bottom of the stairs and saw that I had Mormons, I very nearly just didn’t open up the door. However, I wanted it to be perfectly clear that they were not welcome. So, I opened the door, let the guy give his one-line spiel, said, “No, thank you,” and shut and locked the door.

Yeah, that was it. The poor saps were pretty dead-looking… both because it looked like they had walked to my apartment (from where, I have no idea) but also the way they looked at me, and by the way that the one guy spoke.

I suppose that, if I was in a better mood and felt more prepared to do so, I could have invited them in and attempted to plant the seeds of doubt in their heads, but I’m not going to take the risk of letting two strangers into my apartment when I’m feeling irritable and it’s as hot inside as it is outside.

I did feel a little sorry for them–after all, they are walking around, trying to win converts for their sorry religion, and they just look totally dead on the inside. They looked pretty young, too. I wonder how much brutalization it takes to cause two young adults to walk around in the blistering heat wearing dress shoes, full slacks, and long-sleeved shirts in an attempt to “spread the word?”

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Notable thoughts before I drift off to dreamland…

There is a gun in the room, and it is pointed at you.

All threats are threats of murder.

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