It's the Evangelicals. They're out to get me!

The train I take into work each morning starts as an elevated train, but
as it makes its way into the business district, it goes underground.
This morning it was particularly misty out, and that gave the city kind
of an eerie feeling.

As I emerged into the mist out onto the street, I began to walk north on
State Street. Like in a fun house, a man steps forward out of the
doorway of a building on the corner. He says nothing, has a deadpan
look, and is holding up a copy of the Watchtower. The publication of the
Jehovah's Witnesses.

Four steps later, I look to my left to avoid the Watchtower man, and I
notice that someone is trying to put something into my hand - it is
someone from the Salvation Army offering me a mint for a donation. I
pull my hand closer to my side and continue on, about to cross Lake
Street. What do I see but a couple of Jews for Jesus offering even ME
eternal salvation. Naturally, I turned right onto Lake Street and made
my way from there.

Hey Evangelicals! You'll never get me!

As a side note to all this, I love it that the weather reports are
calling today "misty". It makes me giggle, because in German, "Mist" is
another word for "shit".