Monday, January 12, 2009
Abracadabra - Disappear!
I didn't want to be mean to them. But, like with my first prostitute, neither did I want to encourage them. It was obvious that the trio of ladies were Jehovah's Witnesses, dressed in nice church clothing and carrying pamphlets. I was in a hurry to make it to a dentist appointment three blocks away, and the ladies walked into our cul-de-sac just as I was leaving out the front door.
"Excuse me, sir, I know you're in a hurry" the first nicely dressed lady said to me.
"I'm sorry," I said, "I have a ten o'clock appointment to get to."
She extended one of her pamphlets to me. "If you could just take this with you . . . "
I stopped. "Would you be willing to read literature in support of homosexuality and gay marriage?" I asked her.
Domestic Partner and I don't actually have literature of any sort, for any cause. Not that she knew that.
"No" she said, looking rather sad.
"Well, I guess I won't be reading yours either, then."
I told some of my coworkers about this exchange at work, later.
"Scare 'em off with magic!" Andrea said.
"Yeah," she explained, "apparently, they think magic acts are of the devil, and if you tell them you're a magician, even the kind that entertains kids at birthday parties, they'll leave you alone."
Wow. Really? Hmmm. Maybe instead of some pro-gay literature, I can keep props for a simple magic trick or two at the ready near our front door.
Hey, Rocky! Watch me pull a rabbit outta my ass!