The worst are when they say "Not only am I a Jehovah's Witness, I also sell insurance."
Well, I'm not sure.
When the occasional stray pair of Jehovah's Witnesses (there's always two of them) show up here, I cordially invite them in, and they cordially accept.
While they're eyeballing the interior of the dining and living rooms, I cordially offer them coffee, tea, milk, or orange juice, whatever suits their taste-buds.
But then they quickly exit.
I suspect, really, that it's all the framed artwork on the walls--this place is a veritable portrait gallery, remember--which includes the standard old-fashioned (now an antique) Sacred Heart of Jesus portrait, a Ukrainian Orthodox icon of the Virgin and Child, an authentic peasant painting of Christ teaching the children, a photograph of the late Pope Paul VI, and a silver-plated crucifix hanging above the thermostat.
There's 108 framed portraits on the walls of the two rooms, most of them of English kings and queens and copies of other portraits by Holbein, plus a framed caricature of franksolich in the gulag, but they don't seem to notice those.
I suspect they don't appreciate diversity.
