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In reply to the discussion: When Jehova Witnesses ring my doorbell [View all]Algernon Moncrieff
(5,781 posts)I was in the shower. The doorbell rang. I was expecting a UPS package. I wrapped a towel around me, and went to get the door. As I go to open the door, my wet feet hit the lino in the foyer; I fall backwards; my head hits the corner of a wall; and I'm damn near knocked senseless. I get up. Wrap the towel back around me. I open the door. Two very nice JW ladies are there. I ask what they want as nicely as I can. They say words I'll never forget as long as I live:
"Sir, you're bleeding"
I look to my left/their right. Blood is pouring down my shoulder. I look at them and say "Oh -- I have to go now." My then girlfriend (now wife) drove me to the ER, where 6 stitches were put in the back of my head (I have the scar to this day) and she had to wake me every hour as part of the concussion protocol.
While I was sleeping, they came back to ask how I was. I think they left literature.