This may sound crazy, but when I was a missionary for my church, I actually really liked going door-to-door. It was like a big game. You never knew who (or what) you would find! Would an overweight half-naked man answer the door in his underwear? How about an old lady with lots of cats who thought you were Catholic nuns? Or a Moroccan family who spoke little french (or english) but wanted to feed you? I loved it, even if people were kind of mean! Alright, they were really mean, but it was still a fun time.
Well, I decided today after going door-to-door in support of California's Proposition 8 , that missionaries would be much better received if they were allowed to carry a baby in their arms.
Really, how could anyone slam a door in this face?
When we were holding Charlie, people were so friendly! And, no, I do not feel guilty about using my baby as a political tool.
Doors Slammed in Face: 2 (All Charlie's fault since he was asleep in the stroller.)
People Who Asked if Charlie was on the Ballot: 1
Greasy Men Who Hit on Us: 2
Houses Decorated with Ugly Americana Stuff in Front Yard: 4
People Who Agreed With Us: Too many to count! (It is Kern County after all.)