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| An Unexpected Visitor |
| 06.27.04 (7:49 am) [edit] |
My doorbell rang this morning at 10:30am. I had just woken up, and was listening to music and trying to recover from the previous night`s isu-kaya experience (more on that in the next blog, only have a few minutes right now). I open the door, and there is a fairly formally-dressed woman, mid-fifties, standing there. She starts talking, so I quickly get across the idea that I don`t speak Japanese, at which point she starts gesturing and pointing up, the the floor above me (which I initially thought) or the sky or something. I think I know what this is about. Three days ago, I bought a CD player for my apartment. Just a small one, but I was going insane listening to nothing but the Japanese voices on the weird game shows and soap operas that are always on my TV, and I hate sitting in a silent apartment. To celebrate this melodic revelation, I had been playing my eclectic collection of music at extremely high volume (Beethoven`s 9th Symphony, Dave Brubeck`s jazz quartet, and Billy Joel being the most played). I figured this lady lived upstairs, and had finally had it with my music and was telling me to turn it down. So I say `Sumimasen` over and over (means `Sorry` or `Excuse me` one of 6 words I know), and finally she leaves.
Ten seconds later, another knock at the door. I open it, and with the aforementioned woman there`s a much younger lady who is standing there, wearing a formal dress and a huge bonnet on her head. She says, in hesitant English...are you ready for this? `Hello. We`re Jehovah`s Witnesses, here to spread the good word. May we come in?`
Whaaat?!
So here I am, half-asleep and recovering from a night of partying, wearing nothing but boxer shorts and a old, sweat-stained t-shirt, and I`m being asked to invite a couple of Jehovah`s Witnesses (who only speak minimal amounts of English) into my apartment. I politely declined, and the one who spoke English said she`d drop some pamphlets through my door next week.
Very strange...when I worked for the Hell`s Gate Airtram for one week a few summers ago, and I was living in this decrepid shack on the side of the TransCanada Highway...lo and behold, the second day I was there, a knock at the door, and there were two J-Witnesses. This place was in the middle of nowhere - I mean, the nearest town was about 20 km away, and you could count on one hand the number of inhabited dwellings that were closer. They sure track me down in the oddest of places.
I don`t really have a problem with that kind of thing - I mean, they`re out supporting what they believe in. I respect that, like I`d expect respect when I practice my own beliefs. It was just...really, really odd. Really, last thing in the world I expected on my doorstep.
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