Well, I guess you can’t save them all.
Heavy Metal and Crumpets
I had a relative who was a Jehovah’s Witness and used to do the door-to-door thing. Apparently she and her fellow Bible thumpers kept a notebook in which they documented how people responded to their inquiries. The hopeless cases were listed in the book as “belonging to the goat” (meaning this one) via notation or some kind of doom stamp.
I’ve been living in a very religious state (geographically) for the last five years and have only had proselytizers on my doorstep once. I’m kind of surprised it hasn’t happened more, and I sometimes wonder if a conversation like the one in this cartoon has taken place out in the streets in regards to me. The joke of course is that even though I don’t want to be converted, I feel kind of left out when they don’t try. Like not wanting to go to a party but feeling sad not being invited all the same 😀
Very curious how the heavy metal and crumpets reverse conversion attempt would have worked out. Never underestimate the power of music and food when it comes to religion.
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