I was working out in Service on Saturday with Randy, my Book Study Conductor. He was a tall man who was very well built, similar to Arnold Schwarzneggar. I am 6 ft tall and he is about 6 ft 6 in. He has chiseled squared-off features, like a comic book character. His weakness was that he never leared to read until he was in his early twenties, so this made him nervous speaking to people he did not know ... He was often visably nervous giving Public Talks, and especially Field Service, was a real struggle for him. He worked hard to prepare his sermon at the Door ...
We were working Not-at-Homes in an apartment complex in northern California. The complex was small, and the Landlord did not mind the JWs disturbing his tenants. We decided that since these were Randy's "not-at-homes" that he would take the lead and knock on the doors ... and ... while he was the Elder, he was humble, and wanted help by having me critique him on his presentation.
He knocked carefully ... no answer ... he knock again ... no answer ... he knocked a little harder ... no answer ... soooo ... as per my usual procedure, I started to walk away ... then I heard him knock again ... and again ... so I turned around to urge him to leave ... and just then I heard a woman's voice from behind the door. "Who is it?"
"Aaaaa ... uhhhmmmmm .... aahhhhhhh ... eeeerrrrrrrr ... " ... Randy could not speak ... the woman asked again ... "Who is it? Who's there?" ... "errrrrr ... uhmmmmm" ... Randy turns to look at me ... he is noticeably becoming red in the face ... I start smiling as I am holding back laughing ... "Who is it?" ... and Randy busts out laughing ... I laugh and we both hear the woman behind the door start to laugh ...
...with every facial muscle bulging, Randy gains his composure ... "errr ... ahhhh ... it ... it... It's Me, Me, it's me and a man." The woman now sounds a little worried and Says, "Who's that?" ... Randy strggles again and says, "It me and Brother Whitney." ... I was stunned that he can't remember his own name so he uses mine ... I look at him and quietly say, "Randy, are you an idiot?" He just stands there and blushes.
We hear the woman still laughing and Randy and I break out into hysterics ... the door suddenly opens, and this beautiful knock-out gorgeous babe is standing there in her robe ... laughing like crazy ... and all of us again burst out into hysterics ... I am bent over holding my stomach, Randy is beating the door post ... the woman is howeling.
Finally she and we gain our collective composure ... she asks what we want, and Randy strains out in laughter that we are selling Bibles. I bust out laughing and the woman laughs, and Randy goes into a hysterical fit. We all finally gain our composure again, and Randy says that what he means is that we are offering a Bible for a small contribution ... we are Jehovah's Witnesses ...
The woman stops, looks at us for a moment ... looks back at Randy ... she says, "Jehovah Witness, uh.? ... no thanks ... too bad ... and closes the door." We hear her laughing as she walks away from the door ... we start into hysterics again ... walking back to the car.
Randy suggested getting some donuts and coffee. I readily agreed ... then I said that I guess we really can't use that experience from the platform ... Randy started smiling, and as we drove off, we both broke out into hysterica again ...