I have two options. Open the door and greet them, or cower and hide. I choose the latter every time, as do most people in this situation. But why?
These men pose no threat, other than a mere inconvenience, and yet I treat them as though they were highly contagious. But who is to blame in this situation. Them or me?
Let's look at the Jehovah's Witnesses first.
First of all there are always two of them and they are always well dressed, normally in a white shirt and black tie and trousers. Often they carry a satchel or briefcase containing various bits of literature on Jesus and God. In other words, you can normally spot one coming from a distance, which is nice as it's kinda like a messenger announcing his presence in a castle.
When at your door they only ring once, or knock the appropriate amount of times (three?) and never hang about for longer than a minute, even if they know someone is inside the house. They might leave you a leaflet through the door, but it's small and easily disposed of.
They are always polite, which in this day and age is a very rare trait to find in a person, however once they start talking they do seem hard to stop (if only because you feel rude trying to interrupt them). But tell them you aren't interested and they thank you for your time and leave.
And then it's over.
Now consider a chugger, or other unwanted door person.
Normally they are dressed in rags (if asking for contribution to something) or over-dressed if looking for (political) support. Others dress like the rest of us, luring us into that false sense of security to open the door in the event that it might be something worthwhile.
They will hang around your door for a while, especially if they know someone is in, often guilt-tripping the house-owner to answer the door just for hanging around for so long. If by chance you resist opening the door you are instead greeted by the sound of a thousand dead trees hitting your door mat - leaflets and booklets about every minor detail that you purposely avoided trying to find out about.
Now the people themselves aren't exactly rude but they always go off on some little tale on how something happened and how they are the only ones who can fix it (or how you can, if they want money). By this point you can look like a complete bastard and refuse or give in and let them take your dignity.
In short, it's not a pleasant experience.
So between the two, the one you would most hope for would be a Jehovah's Witness right? Right?
Wrong?
Why? Because I feel so damn bad turning them down.
They have done absolutely nothing to offend me. All they want is to try to talk about the thing they are most passionate about (like I would tell my friends about a great game of golf I just had) and my response is to tell them "Not interested" and close the door in their face.
It's not like they are standing on the street corners shouting passages from the bible. They aren't strapping explosives to their bodies, killing innocents in the hope of getting laid in heaven. They are just knocking on my door hoping to have a chat. And I won't let them.
I'm not exactly anti-social, and I certainly don't mind telling people to sod off, but for some reason I just can't bring myself to doing it to these people.
Part of what scares me I guess is that they are willing to go door-to-door in the first place, willing to subject themselves to the sneers and jibes of the arseholes they try to talk to.
I couldn't go door-to-door, not in a million years. I'm just not that brave. And the fact there are people who are that brave, in this day and age, scares me.
I had another experience a few years back where some other people knocked on my door (an old couple, in plain clothes, the bastards) and I opened it like a chump. They were peddling some religion (I can't remember which) but the audacity with which they were trying to shove it down my throat prompted me in having some fun of my own.
I'm not exactly proud of this (a lie, I am), but I pretended I was part of this great organisation (I think I called it 'The Children of Alphamus Prime') where we believed we were all the children of aliens and that by acknowledging our true heritage would mean we would be chosen to return to the home world (I promise this was NOT inspired by any current
Anyway, they became somewhat unsettled by my rantings about aliens and space, especially when I tried to "recruit" them into the organisation.
They pretty much hurried off, ignoring the other houses on the street.
But I could never do this to the Jehovah's Witnesses.
I keep telling myself that one of these days I'll open the door, tell them I'm not interested but try to talk about something else. Sport or movies or
If it's a hot, sunny day I could always invite them in for a cold drink. Praise them for what they are doing even if I'm not one of their target audiences (I mean who in this world still is able to be swayed by a door-to-door religious person?). But I don't, because I'm a wuss.
Part of me is curious to know if someone does invite them in how they would react. Would they be put off because it rarely happens (that first episode of Black Books springs to mind) or they be happy someone actually cared?
So there it is.
In a world where disease and war and famine and horrible, horrible things happen, there's still some people out there who mean us no harm.
And I can't even bring myself to open the door for them.