Xy and I were listening to iTunes over our stereo, and we had it cranked loud so we could hear it in the next room. Just as Jello Biafra’s great “Grow More Pot” rant drew to a close, there was a knock at the door. I was in bed, basking in the afterglow, ifyouknowwhatimeanandithinkyoudo, so Xy answered it as the opening chords of “Anarchy in the UK” began. Standing on our porch: a pair of Jehovah’s Witnesses. They finished introducing themselves just in time to hear Johnny Rotten snarl, “I am an antichrist!”
Needless to say they didn’t stay long. But they did leave some literature for us to recycle.
If I had been the one at your door I would’ve discussed the Sex Pistols with you. JW’s come from various backgrounds. Just tell them you’re not interested, why waste our literature?