Absolutely blows my mind! When I was growing up as a witness, we put hard time in! Rain or shine, we had to go door to door. In my hall, going for a donut break was being spiritually weak. Just going on not-at-homes was a treat, because there was more walking inbetween houses. Or better yet, return visits if there was a large car full. Kinda ticks me off, seeing them at the airport or elsewhere putting in there time. What a cakewalk, and a poor excuse of a way to count time. Any ole shmuck can sit there on their rear ends. Like anyone comes up to talk to them. Ha!