I remember sitting in a Hardee's burger joint one morning on a rare day off, reading the morning paper and drinking coffee, looking out the windows, glad I wasn't outside in the early morning heat. Soon, I overheard a conversation at a nearby table of old guys.
Old Guy in Hat: "Hey, what are those people outside doing?"
Old Man in Plaid: "Protesting I think."
OGH: "I thought, maybe they were striking somewhere."
OMP: "Dunno, too damn hot if you ask me," shaking his head, slurping his coffee.
Yep, not one set, but two sets of pioneer sisters out at 7 a.m., getting in their time before it REALLY got hot.
This was probably one of the things, way back in the late 80's that stsrted putting doubts in my head. See, I was often out there too, a regular pioneer, doing the same damn thing. Old guys were unknowingly also talking about ME. I just happened not to be out that day. How ridiculous we looked, walking, talking too each other, no clear purpose to the onlookers we were supposed to be witnessing to.
I often went door-to-door as an elder and pioneer, especially in later years, by myself. I would be in an odd numbered car group. I would take one for the team and drive and go by myself so the sisters wouldn't have to. Between the aforementioned "pioneer shuffle," going back and moving the car so others wouldn't have to, and the fake doorbell rings and light taps meant not to be heard, I rarely actually talked to anyone.
Did I mention I once or twice stated from the platform during public talks that I hated door-to door? Most witnesses hate the ministry. Feel compassion for them unless they get stupid. I finally quit door-door in 06 and left for good in 07.
Should have paid attention to the old guys.
Snakes
