The signs are in place: I need to get a job. Today the doorbell rang while I was brushing my teeth. Confused, I ran downstairs and opened the door to two women wearing long dresses and carrying a bible. They quizzed me on my thoughts on evolution and gave me a book: "Life--How did it get here? By evolution or by creation?"
That's right: Jehovah's Witnesses are coming to my door. I wanted to scream, "I'm a gay man who worked on a dinosaur museum!" But I didn't, mostly because I felt bad for them being out in the cold. Nevertheless, I need a job so that I'm not home the next time they show up.
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