Jehovah's Witness

Yesterday at around 11:30 I got a knock on my door and my first thought was that it was Jackie home early from work and needed me to open the door for him. But when I opened the door a young man in a dress shirt and tie stood on my porch. He was a Jehovah's Witness and my first thought was, "Well, at least I'm not still in my pajamas like last time!" Yep, last time was over a year ago and, though I'm sure it was also near 11:30 or so, I was still in monkey-print pj's that said "princess in training" on the front. Classy. There were two ladies then, one older who did the talking and one a good bit younger who stood behind her and tried to keep from laughing.

Not this time, though! No this time I'd just showered and had on lovely skirt, I'm sure I looked quite presentable. I answered his question ("Yes, I do believe the Flood actually occurred.") and took the material he offered (which I did actually read) and bid him adieu only to turn around and see this:

His view of my nearly barren living room complete with lawn chair and walker flanked attractively by two end-tables. Ha, ha.

Now I'm sure that anyone who goes out knocking on people's door unexpectedly must be prepared for whatever lies on the other side. I'm sure Jehovah's Witnesses have seen a lot and that in all likelyhood I'll never see those people again. But it still peeves me that I'm never perfectly presented! I've come across as a lazy slob AND a bad decorator.

"That poor lost soul," I bet they walk away saying. = )