So, this afternoon some kindly, well dressed Christian lady with her equally well dressed two young daughters just randomly buzzed my buzzer hoping to talk to me about Jesus. I was expecting a UPS delivery, not deliverance.
She was already on thin ice when she greeted me with “I’m so sorry, I see I got you up from a nap.”
Instead of replying,” No bitch, I always look tired and disheveled, thank you very much,” I was gracious.
Refusing her religious pamphlet, I politely informed her I was comfortable with my decision to burn in hell; and unless she had a package from Amazon, she should please move on to her next address.
She then asked me which buzzer was mine, as she was planning on ringing the next apartment in my 7 unit building. “Maybe they want to hear the Good News I bring.”
“Look,” I said, getting a bit annoyed, “I know my neighbors, and they’re also comfortable burning in hell. We’ve made a pact.”
As they left the lobby, I complimented her two young girls, both adorably dressed in their church best.