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My doorbell's gotten a lot of use in the past month, so much so that I've been answering with "I already voted, I'm not interested in your religion, and I don't want any windows," which confused the heck out of the four-year-old trick-or-treater.
This weekend it was the Mormons. It was reasonably quick to get the two young men off my porch, but I was totally discomfited by the name tag reading "Elder" on this fresh-faced barely-twenty-something kid. Elder? Come on. In my day, elders had to have some gray in their hair! They had to have at least an appearance of wisdom! And damnit, they had to be crotchety!
*shakes her cane*
This weekend it was the Mormons. It was reasonably quick to get the two young men off my porch, but I was totally discomfited by the name tag reading "Elder" on this fresh-faced barely-twenty-something kid. Elder? Come on. In my day, elders had to have some gray in their hair! They had to have at least an appearance of wisdom! And damnit, they had to be crotchety!
*shakes her cane*
