If you guessed DUBS, you're right. It was around 11:30 a.m., just as I was lazily dozing off on the couch, exhausted because my 9 year old woke me up at 5:30 a.m. (he couldn't wait any longer to look through his stocking!). I was rudely awakened to the sound of a car door slam in our driveway. I peeked out to see a well-dressed man and his poor son who looked about 12 years old approaching our door.
"Crap! It's Witnesses!" I said to my husband. I didn't know them, but I knew they were dubs (there's no mistaking that look.) I went into my music room to sorta hide, because I was wearing shabby old pajama pants and an over-sized t-shirt. (Plus, I didn't feel like talking to them.)
So LDB answers the door. The man says something like 'We're out today to just share a message from the Bible. blah, blah, blah...Wouldn't the world be a better place if people had that cheerful "holiday spirit" year-round?'
LDB says, "Probably. But, uh, are you Witnesses?"
"Yes!" says the man.
"Well, then you probably would want to know that we're disassociated." says LDB.
"Oh. OK. Have a nice day." says the man as he backs away, fearful that he might have already stayed too close to our house too long to avoid catching our evil. And they left.
I felt sorry for the boy. If I'd had my wits about me, I would've offered him some of our over-abundant Christmas candy.
That was the first time any dub has come to our home since we DA'd. And he didn't know we were DA'd. I bet that made for a good story back at the KH!