If it had been you at the door that day, Earnest, I'm sure we could have had a very interesting discussion π¦ππ€, if I had remembered that verse. However, it wasn't you, it was a couple who seemed nowhere near as prepared for discussion as previous generations of JWs (see further lamentations on that subject above). It's a pity; I miss the days when you could have a meaty, substantial argument, er, I mean, "animated discussion" at the door*.
As it was, I was totally unprepared myself. I saw a well dressed couple** knocking on nextdoor's door. The man was wearing a tie and had a piece of paper in his hand (which I now know to have been the memorial invitation). I thought that they were perhaps detectives or some sort of court officials, possibly serving a summons. When they headed towards our gate, I realised who they were and had to quickly struggle into a pair of pants***.
*When I'm in the right frame of mind, that is. It doesn't always happen that way. Neither time I've had JWs at the door since I moved here were ideal for me. I was fortunately in a better state of health this second time, but to no avail. That whole encounter can't have been more than two to three minutes long. That being said, I've never slammed the door πͺ on a JW. Both of these last two times, it has been the JWs who have slammed the door πͺ on me, figuratively speaking. They were happy to get out the gate and close it behind them.
**This was before the relaxing of the dress standards; how time flies!
***Dress standards at my house are even more relaxed than those at the Kingdom Hall****.
****This is an attempt at humour; even I know that Kingdom Hall dress standards haven't been relaxed that much! π±