It sure is different being on the other side of the door now. We have a Mormon church right down the street. Just like we could be identified by our dress up clothes and book bags, they wear their black pants and white shirts, and obey the rules and wear a bike helmet. You can spot them everytime. I now feel, "I know what you're going through." (sigh) At least they aren't expected to do it till death do them part.
Blondie: We also had "Dog Houses" in sunny Florida. (no one home but the dog)
I wonder if in New York City the angels get confused since most everyone on the streets are dressed up and have a briefcase of sorts? They could be cheering the wrong folks on. Just think, if these folks only knew they could hand in their time because the angels see them! Oh, I forgot, the angels have the power to peer into the briefcases and see whether it was business papers or Watchtower business papers. Shame on me for forgetting that.