Wednesday, May 31, 2006
This afternoon, working at home, I was startled by a loud knock at the door. Thinking it might be the super--the electricity was strangely sporadic yesterday--and failing to see anyone clearly through our scratched-up peephole, I opened the door, only to be faced with a grim Jehovah's Witness, offering me a flier that would, presumably, save my soul. Remembering my mistake last time, when I inadvertantly propositioned the Witness by telling him my boyfriend wasn't home, this time I said loudly "NO GRACIAS" and closed the door in his face. I lacked the language skills to even make a pretense of being polite.