I was out doing some morning exercises with my newly-acquired-at-a-thrift-store wheelchair in the middle of the street (really I was just doing wheelies and stopping traffic). Some church people were going door-to-door selling their religion, and, just as I expected, they came to pick on the guy in the wheelchair (they need salvation the most!). So this middle-aged bearded guy comes over and asks how long I've been in the wheelchair. I tell him not long (:D), and he starts in on trying to sell Jesus to me. I let this go on for a while, answering his questions as I see fit, until my brother comes outside and calls for me. The guy turns his head for a split second, and as soon as his attention is diverted, I wheel off full speed up a driveway, cackling and doing wheelies all the way. I also managed to drop his pamphlet in front of me and run it over.
Door-to-door church people give me that uki-uki waku-waku feeling.
