I was walking to the station on Wednesday, and bumped in to a chap who I think lives in the flat opposite. I say I think because people's faces never stick. But I know I have said hello to him at some point not so long ago. At least, I think it was him.
Anyhow, he stopped me in the street and said "Hello again, I'd really like to have your phone number"
There's nothing like the direct approach, I guess, but I don't really like giving out my phone number to virtual strangers.
I hesitated, so he continued "I'd really like to spend some time with you and talk to you about God".
Oh, okay, not exactly the best chat up line. I made a hasty exit with the excuse that I had to dash and would probably see him around.
Or maybe hopefully not.
Then yesterday the door intercom beeped and I answered it. It was the Jehovah's Witness who had caught me on the doorstep a few weeks ago. Now, what was her name? Tania? Delia? Lobelia? Can't remember.
"Hello, is that Natasha?"
Errr... noooo... there is no Natasha here...
"I came to speak to you a little while ago. I would love to talk to you about all of your Kabbalistic things"
Hmm... I thought about letting her in, but decided that I didn't want to spend the next half hour having someone try to convert my beliefs under the pretence of being interested in them. I am under no illusion that it would be a tall order to convert a JW. She is a lovely lady, but if anything, all that we have in common may be a terrible memory for names.
I'm not in the mood for converting anyone, as it happens. Love Thy Neighbour. Whoever they may be. But when you have job applications to complete, perhaps long meanderings on Theology and Philosophy are really not a priority.
I wonder who will be next....?