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This morning, my doorbell rang.
When my doorbell rings on a Saturday and I've no telephonic indication of visitors, I am suspicious. It's usually someone peddling something.
The second time it rings, I decide to go look. Through the glass in the door I can see two women, dressed in black. And one's holding a copy of The Watchtower.
I open the door, politely tell them I'm not interested, and close the door again.
Then I realise that I'm wearing a Goats tshirt, and I giggle happily to myself.
When my doorbell rings on a Saturday and I've no telephonic indication of visitors, I am suspicious. It's usually someone peddling something.
The second time it rings, I decide to go look. Through the glass in the door I can see two women, dressed in black. And one's holding a copy of The Watchtower.
I open the door, politely tell them I'm not interested, and close the door again.
Then I realise that I'm wearing a Goats tshirt, and I giggle happily to myself.