We live in the boonies. It's over a mile by road to the nearest driveway. Our driveway is more than a quarter mile long but stays gated at the county road. How far in the boonies must one live so that the gentlemen in white shirts and black pants can't find you to give you their pamphlets? The world may never know..... I just happened to be checking the mail yesterday when they pulled up. They may have been out before but were smart enough not to enter past the gate.?ÿ
When they're in the neighborhood I've always considered answering the door butt nekkid and inviting them out to the backyard for "naked slip and slide".?ÿ?ÿ I've never had the guts though.?ÿ I just keep the door shut and let them drop their magazines on the porch.?ÿ Don't know what I would do if they ever accepted such an invite... ??ÿ
PS - Keep a copy of that "Watchtower" magazine on the dashboard of your truck.?ÿ It can be instrumental in seriously reducing the amount of time a police officer keeps you detained on the side of the road for speeding.?ÿ ??ÿ
A cautionary tale here. We have a semi rural property and now keep the gates locked shut, to keep out the "well-wishers". I can bet you know, if we opened the gates, within an hour someone would be up the driveway peddling this and that, which is surprising because the density of houses in this area is close to zero so you'd think they'd be better in town.
We found out the hard way that more often than not they are casing the place, and if there's nobody around they'll be in and out pinching stuff. We were out one Sunday, for an hour, house locked but gates open, got burgled including a dozen firearms. Neighbor said she'd been visited by a group of 4 men in a white van, who claimed to be Jehovah's Witness, except she said they only seemed interested in what was in her shed.
Six months later, arrests were made, and turns out it was the folk in the white van. During the Police investigation, the head Detective gave us his personal mobile number in case we found out anything else. So about a year after the burglary we are sitting on the deck, gates open, car rocks up and single male jumps out and starts preaching. He got very politely told to close the gates on his way out. However, one of us snuck through the orchard and grass to watch his departure. He went only as far as the neighbor, who was out. We watched him go around the back of the house and waited for him to come back and leave.
We called the Detective and told him the number plate of the car. He called back a few minutes later and said it all checks out fine. So we said we timed how long he was behind the house, and that was over 30 minutes. There was ten seconds of "crickets" from the Detective, then he said "I'm sure you are busy people", and hung up. I suspect he didn't check anything.
"I've always considered answering the door butt nekkid and inviting them out to the backyard for?ÿ"naked slip and slide"."
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The church I have attended most of my life has a residence (parsonage) on the property for the pastor's family. For most of the years we were blessed to have a lady who officially served as the organist but she involved herself in many other activities whether or not she was involved in them. She lived behind the parsonage but fortunately there was a fence without a gate that separates the properties. However, she did have a tendency to go there and walk in without ringing a doorbell. Obviously this did not go over well and the pastor decided to take action one day around 1970. He saw her drive up, stripped down to his underwear, and greeted her with a smile and said "Hello Mary" when she opened the door!
