Over the last year or so, my house has been the target of very dedicated, and well funded pests.
The Jehovah Witnesses…
They drive up in brand new SUVs, in nice suits, with leather briefcases. Many times, they dress their kids in their best clothes and bring them to visit as well.
When I was growing up, my mom would see them coming, or answer the door, and start to scream at them to leave. That they were trespassing. I felt embarrassed for her. I wondered why she was so mad at them? Continue reading “At what point do you stop being polite?”