Jehovah’s Witnesses
Oh yeah, they’re here too. I was doing my weekly cleaning just 5 minutes ago, when I heard a light tapping at my door. Unusual, people usually use the intercom, but I answered.
In America, the only problem you have with identifying a Jehovah’s Witness is the ease in mistaking them with a Mormon; white shirt, black tie, bicycle, travel in pairs, you know how it goes. In Korea, they’re little old ladies, dressed normally, you’d never know. This is actually my 3rd encounter with them. Usually, for encounters like this, I can pull the old “I don’t speak Korean” line (which isn’t a lie by any means), and people don’t want to bother. Not the Jehovah’s witnesses.
Me: (in Korean) Sorry, I don’t speak Korean…
Them: (Korean as well, big smiles) Oh, English?
Me: (English) Yeah…
As I see them pull out a big file, filled with Watchtower pamphlets in every language I could list. I seriously saw Africaans, Swahili, Chinese, Japanese, Icelandic, French, German, possibly Klingon and Elvish, and a bunch of others I didn’t even recognize. They even had me choose between UK English and US English. Astounding. If Christians could be even half as on the ball as Jehovah’s witnesses, we’d be doing a lot better.
You can’t escape the JW. Anywhere.
