I bought a house literally in walking distance from the local Kingdom Hall. We used to get Saturday morning doorknockers on a regular basis. Then it stopped. For years.
Yesterday morning 2 Witnesses knocked on my door. The one handed me a tract which was the Memorial invitation. I was asked if I was familiar with the biblical account of the Lord's Evening Meal. I responded in the affirmative.
The one who handed me the tract asked, "Would you mind if I share with you...?"
He started to go for his bible and I thought he was going to say "scripture." Instead, to my surprise, he pulled out an iPad and said "video."
I kindly declined and wished them well. I started having visions of Witnesses knocking on people's doors with hand cranked phonographs a hundred years ago.
In addition, there was no attempt to further the conversation after I declined.
The pathetic decline is real.