...two ladies park at the entrance of my driveway (thereby blocking my egress), get out of their mommi-van, and approach me smiling.
I don't know either of them.
The elder gal asks me if I'd be interested in learning what will happen 'in the end times'.
I am dressed for the courtroom, carrying a bunch of documents related to litigation against the Watchtower in California and Texas. When i turn to respond, several of my draft documents slide out of my daytimer and (spat!) on the driveway. The younger gal stoops to pick them up for me, while i open my car to throw the rest of my stuff inside.
She sees the heading and looks at me, still smiling, trying to figure what's up.
The older ladie gets a strange look on her face and hustles the young girl OUTA there.
(needn't share the same air longer than necessary...)
It was weird, but made me sad, especially for the young girl.
Weird. It was my first ever 'service' call....
(But hopefully I'm now off the 'call back later' list, doncha think?)
Kimberlee d.