Another Aussie experience:
We'd been doing some unassigned territory (remember that ?), far, far from home. Being conscientious and wanting to make sure that our sacrifice to Yahweh was 'perfect' (remember that phase, too?) and having driven for a few hours, we wanted to make sure we were counting our time correctly, we stopped at a small town and decided to do a few houses, so that we could conscientiously count the time.
So I meet this old guy, who asks if I'm a JW, to which I said , "Yes!." And, he starts up like a well-tuned engine:
"Listen mate", he says, "I've been a bloody dairy farmer all my life, and had to get up every bloody morning at 3.00 am to get the bloody cows in, and milk them before the bloody milk truck came for the bloody pick-up. And, now I'm bloody retired, and I can sleep in every bloody morning if I want to."
"But, you stupid bastards, say we are going to live forever on the bloody earth, and you want me to live in that bloody paradise too, and get up every bloody morning at 3.00 am to milk the bloody cows. Well, you can f*** off, because I don't want to live in the bloody paradise and have to milk bloody cows forever."
With that, he slammed the door shut, leaving me without any riposte.