Ever since I 'de-troofed' myself I've taken quite a bit of pleasure in spotting JW's when I'm out and about. I'm getting pretty good at it too. I'm on my way home from work when I notice this white van turn in front of me. The guy was wearing a tie, he has a window washing sign on the van, and it was 7:15 pm on a Thursday night. I think to myself, that's a Dub. There's a Kingdom Hall a few miles up and sure enough he pulls into the almost full lot.
At a Restaurant I spyed on a group until the Pizza arrives. Sure enough all of them do the obligatory pre-meal public prayer quickie. You know what it looks like, it's that sheepish 5 second, pause-and-look-down-so-all-the-other-Dubs-know-you-always-say-your-prayer routine. I even caught one of them taking a bite, then doing the stop-chewing-and-pray-cuz-you've-been-busted bit.
What a hoot! My girlfiend thinks I'm nuts though.