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I was at my computer, typing up some email & thinking of heading back out to the locksmith, when my doorbell rang. Vaguely thinking that it might be my landlord, ironically come to replace the lock, I walked to the door. Thru the lacy curtain I see a short figure in a long-sleeved white shirt.
Suspicious parts of my brain start firing, as my hands complete unlocking & cracking the door. Two people? Yes. Button-down shirts? Yes.
My mouth is asking "Hi What's up?", as my eyes follow closely after the opening edge of the door, seeking confirmation. When they hit the chest pocket and its pinned-on name tag, I read as far as "Elder...." --- and we switch efficiently to the "I'm really not interested. Bye!"
After I stepped back from re-closing the door, I think over the phrase that came out of my mouth, and wonder if I sounded a flake. But I really had no willingness to deal with missionaries now.
Suspicious parts of my brain start firing, as my hands complete unlocking & cracking the door. Two people? Yes. Button-down shirts? Yes.
My mouth is asking "Hi What's up?", as my eyes follow closely after the opening edge of the door, seeking confirmation. When they hit the chest pocket and its pinned-on name tag, I read as far as "Elder...." --- and we switch efficiently to the "I'm really not interested. Bye!"
After I stepped back from re-closing the door, I think over the phrase that came out of my mouth, and wonder if I sounded a flake. But I really had no willingness to deal with missionaries now.
