I was brought up a JW in a small town in north of england and we had a huge territory to cover. Obviously I was the only JW in school so just about everyone knew me. I hated it when we went to areas where I knew people from school lived. There was quite a rough part of our town where most of the idiots lived and dispite our territory being massive we always seemed to work this area. I couldn't stand it. I'd be there in my suite with a dodgy briefcase bag thing knocking on doors with the magazines when all the school kids used to follow us about. Then Monday came and I was back at school where all the kids just laughed at me.
I know I had it pretty easy compared to some. In the west end of Newcastle (which is realy bad) we heard that people used to get stones & bricks thrown at them whilst they were on the ministry.
Did anyone have any dodgy experiences, good, bad or funny when they used to go knocking on doors?