Amazing - so true.
There are those who read the magazines religiously, laboring over every word. I am not and never was one of them, but they do exist. These obnoxious types like to grill you in field service car groups, asking pointless questions. The conversations would go something like:
Obnoxious Publisher: "Did you notice the new point in the caption of the third picture adjacent to paragraph 7 in the second study article of the newest WT?"
Me: "Yes."
OP: "Didn't that make you feel wonderful and thankful and yet humbled at the same time for the gift of spiritual light?"
Me: "Yes."
OP: "So how do you feel about the "old understanding" of this issue in light of the new?"
Me: "I feel like a shade of dim lavender."
OP: Puzzled look. Apparently realizes I'm being sarcastic; comes to realization I've not read WT article in question. Oh the horror! Opens up issue and begins to read to me, kindly ignoring the fact that I said I'd previously seen the article. Summarizes the three-sentence caption for me after having read it to me in a condescending tone, making sure to dumb it down so I can understand it. How loving.
Me: "F-ck you."
OP: "Excuse me!?"
Me: "Ker-choo."
OP: "Oh. Kleenex?"
Me: Declines.
OP: Disdainful look.
Me: "I believe the next door is yours. Would you mind taking sister Bimbo's little brat with you?"
And so it went.
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I must admit that I too was at times seduced by the prospect of reporting huge numbers of magazine placements afforded by laundromat periodical racks and other similar areas. And I knew they'd be most likely thrown away. But then again, there was always that miniscule hope that perhaps a seed of truth would be planted...
