One Good Thing

I was working out in the garage/barn/nick-knack holder today, and I apparently had a visitor at the house. I only noticed when I saw their little gold car drive off. I didn't hear them drive up because I had my music on. When I went back to the house, I saw a track in the door. I knew exactly who had been there: the Jehovah's Witnesses. A religion I dumped when I was a teenager. I was so very happy I had missed their visit. You've no idea. I grew up with them. I probably knew the people in th...