In Which Miss Jill, a Follower of a Non Mainstream Religion, Discusses Another Non Mainstream Religion

I have no idea what this picture means, but it comes up if you do a google image search of "Jehovah's Witnesses."

I mentioned in my last entry that a fine gentleman on the street asked me to translate his landlord hate speech into Spanish and I acquiesced. I realized today that it was not an isolated incident. I was calmly sitting on the D train, reading, when a woman asked me if I spoke Spanish. I figured that she needed directions or help of some kind so I answered in the affirmative. A grin spread across her face like a child's on Christmas morning. "I'm so glad," she said. "I have something that I would like to speak with you about. It is Jehovah."

As she pressed a tract into my hand, I realized that it was too late to start speaking English to her really fast. "Um, thanks," I replied in a monotone. "Before I get off, there is something that I feel impressed to share with you," she said solemnly. She handed me a little book and pointed to a section about repentance. Rude. My eyes darted across the page as if I were reading, but I was actually thinking about how I wanted to go home and watch 20 episodes of 30 Rock in a row while eating food from one of those Arab street carts. I was overjoyed when she stood up to get off the subway, and dismayed when she dropped oranges all over the floor and was unable to exit before the doors closed on her.

I have an ambivalent relationship with the JWs. Once a couple knocked on my door and greeted me with, "Wow! We never thought that anyone would move back in here after the fire!" In that case, the information that they gave me was useful.