I start it at 9:00am, when the service meeting begins. Then, I let it run through 9:30, when we get to the territory. At 9:45, when the brother leading the car group gets all the directions in order and we knock on the first door, it's still going. Then, at 10:00 when we hit Tim Horton's for break, I just let it ride, since it's only a few minutes. At 10:30, when we're getting back in the car, it's rolling right along and as we drive across town to someone's return visit who we all know works during the day on weekends, it's still accruing. At 11:00am we get to the RV's house. Stand outside there for 5 minutes, take another 5 figuring out where the next NH RV is.
By 11:15, we're back on the road. Tack on another :30 to the RV who has a softball game on Saturdays and has for the last 6 months. By then, it's 11:45 and time to head to McDonald's for lunch. I figure the theocratic banter allows me to keep the time rolling, trading service stories and "clever" comebacks to use at the door, like "I don't believe in God." "Oh? Well, he believes in you."
By 1:00pm we're back on the road, because Paul said to be at it diligently. We "pioneer shuffle" around a block and by 3:00 we've knocked on nearly 8 doors. One of them even had a person behind it and I stumbled over my convoluted, boring, ill-prepared pitch. They said they weren't interested. Goat!
Load up, drive back to the Hall, drop off Sister Ancient and head for the homestead. Get there at about 3:30 and I'm bushed. Not a bad way to spend a Saturday. 6½ hours in Jehovah's service. Now I can beat my kids and never give my wife an orgasm in good conscience.