this morning #1387.

this morning, these two religious folks came a knockin’ at our door. you know the type. hands folded. soft-spoken. buttoned-up. holding in the truth until just the right moment. half-smile. dead eyes. a tall teen & a shorter man. they sat composed & quiet side by side on our couch. i sat down across from them while the wife got us all some water. if it were up to me, i wouldn’t have let these two squares through the front door in the first place. i made the wife answer the door though so here we are. i’m super psyched to see what sort of salvation these two are selling. i bet the older one lets the teen make the speech. as the wife returned with a tray of glasses, i heard the boy clear his throat. bingo.