[snevensmores]

Odd that others have a similar story as mine...

I had just bought my first handgun, and was sitting right beside the front door cleaning it. I'd called my friend (who lived down the street) for him to come look at it. Five minutes later, as I'm holding the gun, there's a knock at my door. I open it, expecting none other than my friend.

... and there stood two hot Jehovah's Witnesses.

They were brief with their spiel, I apologised, took their pamphlet, and they beat feet out of there.