An Incident with a Jehovah's Witness.
If you're planning on saying anything about the lack of postage, I understand I haven't updated my journal in the last two months. I got addicted to myspace, sorry. Just give me some lashings and then we'll move on. Any takers?
This morning brought one of the funniest events I've experienced in a long time. A couple of weeks ago I was folding laundry and found my old GAYBOY shirt. My friend Haley made it for me back in 8th grade because that was...well, let's call it her pet name for me. Anyway, it's a tie-dye shirt with "GAYBOY" written across the chest in blue and black pen. I mentioned this shirt to Austin and he asked why he'd never seen it before, sounding pouty and stuff. I found it again Thursday night and decided to bring it with me to wear since I was going to be spending the night at his house on Friday.
Saturday morning comes around, and after an excursion to his friend's wedding we returned home. Not too long afterward this woman and a little girl come to the door. Austin can't talk right now because he had oral surgery a couple of weeks ago, and his mother was in the bathroom, so I was left to answer the door for both of them. I open the door, wearing the GAYBOY shirt, and immediately the woman's eyes flick down to read the lettering before quickly flicking back up in an attempt to ignore what she had read. I had completely forgotten that I was wearing that shirt, and while she read me passages out of the Bible explaining how God feels about the love of money I smiled and nodded and pretended that I cared. She thanked me for my time, handed me a newsletter, and then left. The moment I closed the door Austin burst out laughing. As much of a laugh as he could manage anyway. His mother, who had been listening from the bathroom, began cracking up as well. I was still completely oblivious to what was going on. In between grunty laughter, Austin pointed to my shirt and reminded me what it said while Austin's mother explained that the woman was a Jehovah's Witness from the bathroom. I of course began laughing as well, finally realizing the situation.
I'd better add this post to memories, because it's definitely something I want to keep forever. Priceless, priceless.
This morning brought one of the funniest events I've experienced in a long time. A couple of weeks ago I was folding laundry and found my old GAYBOY shirt. My friend Haley made it for me back in 8th grade because that was...well, let's call it her pet name for me. Anyway, it's a tie-dye shirt with "GAYBOY" written across the chest in blue and black pen. I mentioned this shirt to Austin and he asked why he'd never seen it before, sounding pouty and stuff. I found it again Thursday night and decided to bring it with me to wear since I was going to be spending the night at his house on Friday.
Saturday morning comes around, and after an excursion to his friend's wedding we returned home. Not too long afterward this woman and a little girl come to the door. Austin can't talk right now because he had oral surgery a couple of weeks ago, and his mother was in the bathroom, so I was left to answer the door for both of them. I open the door, wearing the GAYBOY shirt, and immediately the woman's eyes flick down to read the lettering before quickly flicking back up in an attempt to ignore what she had read. I had completely forgotten that I was wearing that shirt, and while she read me passages out of the Bible explaining how God feels about the love of money I smiled and nodded and pretended that I cared. She thanked me for my time, handed me a newsletter, and then left. The moment I closed the door Austin burst out laughing. As much of a laugh as he could manage anyway. His mother, who had been listening from the bathroom, began cracking up as well. I was still completely oblivious to what was going on. In between grunty laughter, Austin pointed to my shirt and reminded me what it said while Austin's mother explained that the woman was a Jehovah's Witness from the bathroom. I of course began laughing as well, finally realizing the situation.
I'd better add this post to memories, because it's definitely something I want to keep forever. Priceless, priceless.