So I roll up to the job site and looky there, two uber pioneer dubs dragging themselves down the sidewalk. Both ladies are in there early 60's and born in.
My heart started pumping, but I had to act.
I was directly across the street from them. I walked right to the sidewalk and said in a very loud, but not mean voice: "You can't teach overlapping generations from the bible!! Be honest with yourselves!!".
I've known both these two for at least 20 years. Worked in service with both of them on many occasions.
They were stunned and speechless.
They just stared at me and processed what just happened.
True deer in the head lights moment.
I turned and walked away.
A moment later, I came back out and leaned on the front of my truck in the driveway and watched as they pioneer strutted up to another empty house.
Then a second bomb was lobbed: "1914 was the generation that would never pass away... They have all died!!"
They were uncomfortable when I said this as they were stepping onto another front porch.
I could see them mumbling as they were knocking. They must have been on that step for two or three minutes and knocked three separate times.
I felt bad for them and semi ashamed of myself.
Oh well, it happened...