Actually, I've never really had a problem with door-to-door preaching. No, my problem is with the ones who stop me in the street to ask "Have you accepted Lord Jesus Christ as your personal Saviour?" I was once cornered downtown at about 10 o' clock at night and was asked that question. I was about 17 years old. They freaked the hell out of me. I didn't know what to say. They basically made me promise to read a stupid little magazine they had. I said I would just so they would go away. What I should have done was say "No. I worship Satan!" :twisted:
I was in the pet shop once buying food for my dog. A lady asked what breed of dog I owned. We started chatting a little, and I told her that my dog had tumours and was going through a couple surgeries. She asked if she could pray for my dog and I. Sure, why not? Well, she grabs my arm and starts spouting off some sorta prayer in the middle of PetSmart. I didn't think that she meant RIGHT AWAY!
I think I'm gonna get that sign tattooed on my forehead.