Unfiltered Story #27946
My mother and I are at a family friend’s house across the street from ours- small southern town, early 90s. The friend, whom is a lovely woman in her 50s, laments about the frequency of Jehovah’s Witness visits recently, despite her telling them she is already a devout Christian. The doorbell rings, and looking out the window, my mother can see it is another Witness.
Mother, opening friend’s door: WE WORSHIP THE DEVIL HERE!
*slams door*
*Friend and I stare at her in shock*
(No Witnesses ever came to her door again after that!)
Question of the Week
Have you ever served a bad customer who got what they deserved?