True story. About 5 years ago, my wife and I lived in a subdivision where the houses were fairly close together. About every Saturday we’d get a doorbell ringing first thing in the morning from Jehovah’s Witnesses wanting to hand out their literature. I finally had had enough and one Saturday I answered the door in only my tidy-whites and just stood there in front of two semi-elderly black women Jehovah’s Witness. They were like, “we’ll wait for you to get dressed and then speak to you”. And I was like. “No, it’s all good, this is how God made me, let’s talk about your religion.” For some unexplained reason, those Jehovah’s Witnesses never knocked on our door again. Strange.
Between the white chin hair and the bald spot up top, can you really blame the guy? Ya prolly had your readers up on your head, too.