Charles Sciascia on “Jehovah’s Witnesses”

Someone needs to tell Jehovah’s little informants that the last thing I wanna do at 10:00AM on a Saturday morning is decipher biblical scripture through a side screen door, hungover in my hallway, half-cocked with morning wood in the flannel pajama bottoms I got for Christmas with the missing string and flagrant crotch.

Same rules apply for parking lots. I’m trying to unload a fist full of groceries, not denounce God outside a Winn-Dixie.