I lied to the Jehovah’s Witness woman who just came to the gate. “How are you this morning?” she asked cheerfully. They need to get better about disguising themselves. Had she been carrying a basket of mangoes or something else I could have had for breakfast, instead of a stack of Watchtowers, she might even have succeeded in luring me outside. Instead, I shouted through the dining room window, “I’m on a phone call!”
But I was probably going to be destroyed at Armageddon anyway.
Many years ago, I was doing some work at the end of our drive, and an old guy came (in a suit and tie – we didn’t get much of that back then, it was either the law or one of the religious groups) up the end of the drive (his wife didn’t look too keen on the trek, she stayed out at the street end). He told me the world was going to end and couldn’t understand my desire to buy tickets so I could watch it.
you’re gonna burn, baby!
For shame. FOR SHAME!!!
(I’da done the same damn thing)
Have you tried ” Can you come back in half an hour? I am in the middle of sacrificing a child to the Dark Prince right now”.