Honestly, I try to be as cool with them as I can. In this case, I was just bumbling in the garage, and they were pretty cool, so I had no problem chatting for a minute. I made it clear that I had my line of thought and I respected theirs and that it was nice to see someone who believed in something strongly enough to be compelled to share it with others. I mean, I love the hell out of the Target house brand Five Pepper Salsa. The stuff must have fallen from space on a delicious, peppery asteroid. I REALLY love it.
But these folks are into their deal so much that they don't just make the yummy sounds when it goes down, or the sad sounds when they realize that the chip fragments that are left in the bag could no longer support a suitable amount of salsa, they go out and tell EVERYONE about their deal. And they don't just tell them and say "I'm totally pumped about this and it's awesome and SCREW YOU YOU CAN"T HAVE IT MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE!"
No, they tell everyone how great it is, then before they even pull credit references, they're offering you the same deal.
And while I'm certainly not inclined to take their deal based on my own personal current deal (well, I don't really have much of a "deal" per se. I suppose if you looked up some of the writings of John Scotus Eriugena there might be a comparison to his line of thought and mine. Although, he seems to believe in things in s somewhat literal sense, why I tend to be more metaphoric.
Anyhoo, they were nice and didn't try to hardsell us a Jebus. We had a pleasant conversation for a few minutes about folks that turn them away and folks that let them give their speil just to shoot it down. The lady actually said "The best of us [meaning the best of the folks they had going door to door] were just there to get the resident to question their existence in a world beyond objective reality. And depending on the answer to the question, here's a pamphlet that may help you to better undertake this mental exercise again"
That's a pretty noble effort, I think. Way more noble than selling carpet cleaning services or hawking a security system by implying that my house could be broken into THAT VERY NIGHT. That guy really pissed me off.
But, back to the Jehovas. If they're cool, they get to state their case, and maybe even a little respectful back and forth. If not, I just bring Dana out and she goes craphouse on them.
Also, it would be really polite if the JWs stopped by the Post Office for the neighborhood they were heading to and brought everyone's mail. That would save a ton of work.
jg