When I came home from work today, my roommate informed me there were a couple message on the machine for me. Nothing unusual. He hung around as I listened to them, which isn’t odd in and of itself, though I soon realized why.
Message 1: Someone wanting to come by and view the room for rent (still available – June 1, any takers?)
Message 2: very quiet, mumbling… She starts off saying she’s a “Local Volunteer,” which isn’t an odd message for me to get, because I volunteer quite a bit. Then she starts talking about “Troubled Times” and “The Bible.” I finally clued in when she invited me to come down to their “Kingdom Hall” to learn more…
AH HAH! (Roommate is now busting a gut laughing behind me…..)
The Jehova’s Witnesses have resorted to telemarketing. Oh. My. Lord. So much for the “No Solicitation” sign at the door.
And, reason five million and twelve why I love my mp3 player – I was able to record it for you! Sorry, it’s a bit quiet – it started to get scratchy when I turned up the machine louder. Jesus love those who right-click, save-as please thanks!