I never thought it would happen in the safety of a fifth floor apartment, but I just got Jehovah'd! Vince was out and I thought the buzz was from him. I thought maybe his hands were too full to get his keys, so I buzzed him in. BUT IT WASN'T HIM. A minute later there was a knock on the door. I turned down the ABBA and there they were. They weren't even the young strapping lads. Or is that the Mormons? They were old, and looked like detectives. I explained that I was doing dishes but would love to see some literature (to make fun of by myself when they left) one of them started digging around in his bag, thumbing through different ones. He gave me "Why Do People Do Bad Things" and "Loneliness: How Can You Cope?". It wasn't until several minutes after they left that I resented the fact that he was thinking, "Yes, Loneliness, this girl is obviously really lonely." Maybe it was the ABBA.