Cause for concern?!

So, I think I might be developing a bit of a complex here. For the third time in as many days, I had the religious zealots at my door. Admittedly, on Monday, I saw that all too familiar little group of ladies walking up my driveway so I quickly herded the kids downstairs and pretended I wasn't here. Or that I was deaf. I kept telling the kids that I couldn't hear any knocking or ding-donging at all (they all thought I was nuts, but I assured them the knocking and ding-donging was just their imaginations). The ladies left their little notice on my door; and after I knew they were gone, I just quietly opened the door and deposited their little paper in the recycling bin (would it be wrong for me to post a note and ask them to save me that step and just put the notice in the bin beside them instead of sticking it to my door?!).

Then they returned again yesterday. Twice in one week - sure - it's been done before, but back to back days? By the same people?! That was definitely a new one for me. They came to the door, and again, I just ignored and hid from them (I feel the need to explain that I've told these EXACT people to not come to my door because I'm not interested, but they still do, and honestly, it bothers me that they come so often). Then I got busted about 20 mins later when I went outside with the kids. They caught sight of me and came walking BACK up the street to talk to me. There was no hiding this time. I pulled up my big girl panties and explained that I got their notice the day before and politely told them that I wasn't interested - I had a bunch of little eyes and ears watching/listening to everything I was doing. The one woman stepped forward and said "well, I think you should be". To which I replied between gritted teeth, "Well, that's all a matter of opinion, isn't it?!". At that, she turned to one of the kids and handed them the paper (the same one I already had resting in my recycling bing) and said something to the affect that maybe THEY could talk some sense into their mother (for a fleeting second I thought it might be kind of fun to allow these kids to take the papers home . . . but I'm sure their parents wouldn't really appreciate it either). I must point out that I wasn't rude or anything, but I most certainly was firm about it.

Fast forward to today. The bell ding-dongs (have I mentioned with our reno's we splurged and got a new doorbell? One that DINGS *AND* DONGS? It scares the ever loving life out of me when it goes off, but there is NO worry about not hearing it throughout the house. THAT is for sure!). I leave the poopy-bummed little guy I was about to change on the floor as I run over to the door and blindly open it. There stands those 3 ladies, and in front of them is a man. He looked all sorts of official and all. Perhaps the Grand Pooba of the local branch? Who knows. He never actually introduced himself. I'm so taken aback they they're there (I was expecting my in-laws or the mailguy), that I'm just standing there staring at them. He them steps forwards and puts his foot on the door jamb - meaning that I couldn't slam the door shut if I wanted to. That puts me TOTALLY on defense. He then gives me a blurb about the most important Christian holiday arriving, to which I nod (it's not as though there's a heap of Easter window clings in my window for no good reason at all - I'm pretty aware of the impending holiday and the significance). He then tries to hand me another paper. I pointed to the recycling bin to show him that the 2 from the past 2 days are already in there and tell him that I don't need anymore. He then says very adamantly; "We want to save you".

My response? "Well sir, the only way you're going to save me at this point is if you're going to come into this house and change that shitty diaper over there for me. If not, then I think I'll place my bets on Spiderman. Or Wonderwoman. Or at the very least the Diaper Genie."

At that, he just kind of blinked his eyes and stepped back, and all the ladies put their hands to their mouths and gasped. I'm pretty sure that I just secured my first class ticket to hell for that one. Ya think?! But seriously though . . . why would they do that? They come 2 days in a row, then on the third day bring someone else?! I get that going door to door is part of their 'thing', but if they're asked NOT to or are dismissed, then why do they continue to come back? Do they think I'm going to change my mind because they're being a pain in my ass by coming back every week?! Good grief.

So . . . should I be concerned that they came back like that?! What are they trying to tell me?! You know what . . . on second thought, don't answer that - hee hee!!!