I look at them with a straight face and tell them God wants nothing to do with me, since I'm the Anti-Christ. They see I'm serious, think I'm crazy, and leave quickly.
I want them to leave, and never, ever, want to come back. Moved to a very rural area, and they no longer bother.
I am a JW but I live in Sweden, so I can't knock on your door...But I still get info from you because I follow you on all the apps. Your posts bring a lot of joy.
Oh! I did this once about spiders to a guy trying to sell me a pest control plan! After 12 minutes, he was clearly trying to escape, but I was like, wait, we haven't even talked about wolf spiders yet!
Offer them a drink 5 min in and then see how long they will listen! I’ve been able to get missionaries to sit for an hour and a half talking about anthropology, culture, and evolution.
...this just made me rethink stress about some social situations. I can just start info dumping about birds! I'm not trapped here with you, you're trapped here with me! 😈😂
When I get Bible thumpers at my door (I'm in the Bible belt, they have me on a list 😃) I always shift the conversation to "Hold that thought. First, would you like to learn about our lord and savior, Lucifer?"
Had missionaries come to my house, meet my pet deer, and come in for coffee and a chat about said deer. They came back multiple times, didn't try to convert me, and even brought new missionaries solely to meet the deer, without saying a single word about religion.
It was surprisingly lovely.
If someone came to my door and said "hello, im going door to door sharing bug facts. Heres a pamphlet." Thats the only time id not be annoyed someone came to my door unannounced... But im also AuDHD and would just add it all to my "may be on jeopardy one day, but for now i spam the masses" files
I would have loved that if i met you on my mission (exmo now and my mission leaders weren't too fond of how much i loved to just talk to people about random shit 😅)
I have a fence containing growly, snarly, dogs with free use doggy doors between me and anyone knocking on my door, needless to say that hasn’t happened since we moved here
When Mormon missionaries knock on my door I often start conversations about their bikes. One time offering them an an extra slime tube that I had in my garage. I'm pretty innoculated to what they're selling, but we often find fertile ground for conversation.
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I want them to leave, and never, ever, want to come back. Moved to a very rural area, and they no longer bother.
Asking with love 😉
It was surprisingly lovely.
though I’d never be a salesperson nor a missionary.
I know what I’m doing while I’m doing it, but I have no self control over my “Robb-splaining.”
Thank goodness for patient listeners. 😆