Well, I don't know if this has anything to do with coincidences or not but I always thought if was kind of funny. I had been out for a pretty long time but my parents and sister was still in, when a brother and his wife took to stopping by at my house every couple of weeks to leave magazines. I had made the mistake of telling them the first visit that I used to be a JW, wasn't disfellowshiped but had just stopped going to meetings years before. I, frankly, didn't have the backbone at that time to tell them to forget it, there was no chance I was coming back. Anyway, one day here they come, I was outside and couldn't hide. As they were leaving they walked over to the little barn next to my house where I kept my horse to say "Hello" to her. While we were standing there in front of her, she up and sneezed all over the brother's nice suit, hay and mucus, ugh. What a look he had on his face! I really felt bad for him but, you know, he never came back again, although, his wife did and I finally told her that the magazines were just going to waste. I never read them. She stopped coming by too.
Deb