Who's knocking on my door?
By KSS Image by versageek via Flickr I t is noon, I am working at home. There is a knock on the front door. I open the door to see two young guys, smartly dressed, both in olive green shell jackets and black pants. It is immediately apparent they are selling religion. "Hello," says GingerBoy, probably aged 21, "My name is Waite and I'm a missionary". The other guy, DarkHair, introduces himself also. I don't catch his name but I think he is about 23. Both of them have serious black badges on their identical coats, saying "Jesus Christ of the Latter Day Saints". Of course, I know exactly what this is. GingerBoy starts talking and extends his right hand to shake mine. I am irritated. I know very well that this is part of a routine they have been taught. Shake the hand, establish initial rapport, deliver the message. I decline his hand. I tell them that this is not a good time, and I begin to close the door. I am worrying about other stuff at home, I ...




