Yesterday afternoon, something strange happened. I had just gotten out of the shower after a few hours of laying out in the sun and was settling down for a relaxing Sunday evening when I heard a knock at the door.
It wasn’t just any kind of knock, though. It was a rhythmic knock as if the person on the other side was familiar with me. A friendly knock, you could say. I figured it was BF coming over to hang out because he was bored.
I checked the peephole since I wasn’t expecting anyone. I noticed that the man at the door was not BF, but a young gentleman in business clothes.
Uh….. I’m not going to open the door.
I try to be quite so that he thinks no one is home, but Luna ruined that for me. She decided to greet the man through the door by barking at the top of her lungs.
They knock again. Thanks, Luna, for totally blowing our cover.
I pick Luna up and put her on my hip like a mother does with a small child. (She sort of is my child.)
I barely, I mean BARELY, open the door so that only a sliver of my eye could be seen.
When I opened the door I then realized that it wasn’t just one man, but three young boys around my age all looking dapper in slacks and ties.
…but not nearly as good looking.
This was weird for two reasons. 1) Solicitors are forbidden on my apartment complex property. These men looked like they were about to pitch me something so I knew they didn’t live here. 2) There were three of them all around 6 ft tall. Enough said.
I started feeling a little uncomfortable having three men at my door so I quickly told them I was busy and didn’t have time to talk.
After I told them I was busy through the slit of space I had created with the door, they asked if they could leave me with a card. I asked what the card was and they proceeded to tell me that I can follow the website at the bottom of the card to learn how to find Jesus Christ.
“Thanks! Have a great day!,”I responded as I took the card and slithered back inside my house.
As I was turning the dead bolt on my door I realized that ‘bible thumpers’ had just attempted to preach to me about finding God.
I’ve often heard stories about people who go door to door asking if they could come in to teach others about how they could and should find God, but I’ve never actually experienced it myself before yesterday! What was crazy was that I always thought nuns did it. Nope! These were young, decent-looking men who wanted to tell me how to save myself from the fire-y depths of hell.
It was a bizarre 2 minutes of my life…
Has anyone else had a similar experience before? Leave a comment because I wanna hear about it.