Today, for the first time in years, a pair of Jehovah's Witnesses came to my door. For the record, the last time the Witnesses rang my bell, I took one look at the primly dressed elderly ladies and said, "Usually, the agency sends the same two strippers, but you two will do just fine." It's been a while since they've been back (I'll let you imagine how the last encountered panned out, you dirty dogs).
Today, two pleasant women in their late forties were waiting outside when I opened the door. One of them handed me a flyer about an upcoming commemoration of Christ's death and said, "We hope you can come."
Me being me, I responded, "Will there be beer?"
"It's not that sort of event."
"I guess I'll bring my own."
This led to a light-hearted discussion about how the Egyptians and Sumerians both brewed and consumed copious amounts of beer, and how the first miracle attributed to Christ in the New Testament was the whole changing water into wine at the wedding feat at Cana. We had a good chuckle and they departed with mutual well wishes...
Could it be that they were really Jovial Witnesses? I could be down with a denomination like that.