For the first time in nearly two years, we were invited out for a meal by a bunch of dubs from the cong'. The former PO, his wife and mother-in-law and a couple of single mums and their kids. Frankly I could've done without it - all the pretence etc. Still, some of the teens are a good laugh and I know my wife has really been missing the JW social life so I went.
(I'd prefer to have been duck taped to the sofa and forced to listen to a continually looped tape of Kingdom Melodies but I love my wife and I'll still do anything for her.)
So anyway, we're at the restaurant and I'm trying to make with the small talk while tactfully sidestepping any 'theocratic conversations'. The chat gets round to movies and I ask if anyone else enjoyed the Scooby Doo movie. I thought it was hilarious - honestly!!
You could hear the grass growing. I expected to see tumbleweeds pass through the foyer.
It was one of those Matrix moments when the whole tableaux freezes and you can take in every detail around you. The looks of surprise and disappointment. The ever so slight increase in the amount of 'personal space' I was now given. How was I to know?
Yep, Scooby Doo is demonic. It's full of voodoo motifs and disembodied spirits. Other world monsters devour your souls and assume your identity and it's all run behind the scenes by the greatest Satan of them all . . . . . SCRAPPY DOO!
The whole episode spanned about 4 or 5 seconds - a 'mature' sister steered the conversation round to something more suitable. I glanced across the table to my wife who was dying from a combination of embarrasment and heavily suppressed giggles. Don't think we're gonna be asked out again for another couple of years at least!
Nic'