Just this past Saturday morning, I was puttering around the kitchen getting ready for breakfast and I peered out of the window to see a strange mini-van pulling up in the driveway.
So I open my front door all in my morning glory of a Harvard T-shirt and undies with morning hair going out in different directions. Then the ladies eventually revealed themselves to be Jeovah's Witness. Ok, I figured that they wouldn't stay along after I said a small white lie of being a Catholic after I said that I practiced a different religion and they asked me "what religion?" Then I demured in conciliatory tones that "I respect all kinds of religions..we all are on the same path toward God."
You would think they'd leave after that statement and me standing askew in house shoes, T-shirt and undies. I didn't bother with the modesty of putting on a robe because: 1) I hoped they'd scoot away soon 2) I don't own a robe.
Get this. They just pressed right ahead and blathered on and on about doing Bible study at the house. Even pulled out a smartphone to show me some info on their website.
At one point, I said, "I am sorry that I am not dressed up here." Hint, hint. Nope. They did not move away. I stood firm in my front doorway.
Imagine me....
T-shirt, undies, and house shoes with a very messy morning hair.
Guess what? I wasn't the least embarrassed at all!!
Something is to be said for being over 40 years old and not giving a d@amn! Very liberating from being a self-conscious 20-something young adult. Eh?
