I had a couple of door knockers yesterday, trying to shove leaflets at me telling me that Easter was all about Jesus and why I should read about it.
I'm not exaggerating here when I say it takes every last bit of my will power not to spit in their faces (I tend not to answer at all in case the urge over comes me
) How dare they assume..
1. I don't know that Easter isn't about chocolate.
2. I give a toss.
3. That, having just paid a £300 gas and electric bill that I want to stand at the door discussing it and letting all the heat escape from my toasty house.
4. That I have nothing better to do on my precious days off from work than chat to them about Jesus.
On the odd occasion when I have tried to engage them and challenge their views by giving a different perspective, they are not interested, so why should I listen to them?
Put a leaflet through my letter box, by all means, so I can bin it like I do with the hundreds of pizza menu's that come through every week, but do not knock at my door.
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