So, because I misread the confirmation email, I waited all day at home for a package of leggings I’d ordered from Amazon to arrive on Tuesday.
Just as I’d gotten dinner on the table, the doorbell rang. Keep in mind, I have a “No Soliciting” spelled out in big stick-on letters on my screen door.
Me: Oh god I hope that’s my package.
Son: It probably is.
I open the door.
Me: Uh…can I help you?
Missionaries: No, actually we’re hoping WE can help YOU. We’re missionaries from the Church of Latter Day Saints.
Me (sarcastically): Good for you.
Son: WOOO! (complete with hopping around and arm waving. They looked a tad disconcerted by this)
Missionaries: Um..anyway, we’d like to talk to you about our lord and savior Jesus Christ. May we come in and talk to you for a moment? We won’t take but a few minutes of your time. Please?
Me: Um..I’m kind of in the middle of dinner (which was the truth. I’d JUST pulled dinner out of the oven and had eaten exactly half a bite when the door bell rang).
Missionaries: Maybe we could join you?!?!?
Me: O.o No thanks. Anyway we’re really not interested. Be safe out there.
They walked away, looking disappointed. I was kind of weirded out that they tried to invite themselves in for dinner and if my son hadn’t been standing there, I would’ve told them I was a baby-sacrificing blood drinking Satan worshipper or something. Just to watch them freak out, because it would’ve been funny.
Or rather, funny TO ME because I have a kind of weird sense of humor like that. Maybe not funny to anyone else.