It feels like home
January 17, 2003
This morning, well, at 11am, someone rang my doorbell. I ran up, threw a shirt on, and opened the door. To my surprise, I see two old japanese ladies standing there. Now, I still don’t speak or understand japanese but I knew just from looking at them that they were the equivalent of our Jehovah’s Witness! They asked me in Japanese if I spoke Japanese. I said no. Then one of them started speaking in English!
“Excuse me, one month ago, I gave a magazine to a woman in the house. Is she out?” - She whips out a magazine from her handbag. “Yes… grumble grumble” “oh, can you give this to her?” - She hands me a new magazine, Watchtower. Oh wonderful. “Yes… grumble grumble” - I close the door now.
Much like home, a soliticing religious person has awoken me from slumber. If there were a god, surely, these are the people he would smite first.
