A few weeks ago, when Wyatt and I were sitting down to eat a leisurely mid-morning breakfast, there was a knock on our door. Wyatt looked through the peephole (my, those things are handy!) and saw that it was two nicely dressed young men. It seemed harmless enough. So he answered.
Turns out they were Jehovah’s Witnesses.
Needless to say, Wyatt’s breakfast got cold by the time they were done talking. Which is fine. Because we figured it was a one-time thing, and that they had said their peace and were done. Wyatt had politely disagreed and we were on with our day.
But today, after sleeping in, we were cuddling on the couch (Wyatt was watching cartoons) and there was another knock.
Now, keep in mind, we’re newlyweds, and it’s the first weekend morning we haven’t had something to do or somewhere to go. We weren’t wearing much more than what we’d gone to bed in. Certainly not enough to answer to door.
So Wyatt jumped up and headed for the peephole (See, I told you that thing was handy) and I headed to the bedroom and grabbed some clothes for him to throw on.
But, it was the Jehovah’s witnesses again.
They must not know what newlyweds do on lazy Saturday mornings.
This time, we decided to just wait it out.
So we didn’t answer the door. But I’m sure they could hear the cartoons blaring in the background. (Another reason for Wyatt to learn to turn down the TV…)
And I felt a little guilty about leaving them out there, but we told them the first time we weren’t interested, so that’s fair right?
But I can’t help but wonder, how many Saturdays have they knocked on our door? This might be the first time we’ve been home since that first time they came. Have they been there every week when we’ve been gone? Are they going to come every Saturday?
Goodness, I hope not.
That would be a lot of wasted time for everyone involved.
And a lot of disrupted Saturday morning couch-time.