Geez, why couldn't *I* ever get a flasher at the door. Except, you know, FEMALE. And hot!
I remember always having a story or two to tell on the topic when in the cargroup, but now that I'm OUT of the b0rg, I find that they weren't really FUNNY stories at all.
I think, in retrospect, I'd describe this popular, funny tales of field service as: "Normal people having normal reactions to cult members at their front door." Which kinda takes 'teh funAy' out, if you know what I mean.
Like, for example, the lady who we got at her back door. Placed two magazines! Got back in car (which was behind her house - wraparound driveway), and were passing the front of the house when the magazines came flying out the front door! Well, sister pioneer in our car went right out and picked them up! HAHA! So funny! Well SHE'LL be throwing things around when she's burning at armegeddon, won't she! HAHA!
Errr....see? Not funny now.