They're not fans of The Killers.
In 2003, I had a large e-business project to complete for college. I was the only one in class who cared about it, and as such, devoted each Wednesday morning (day off) to writing out a large evaluation of e-business platform usage within contemporary England.

So one Wednesday morning I'm sitting at home typing up this assignment while reading my notes from an A4-sized pad. The doorbell chimes and I wander downstairs and look through the spyhole in the door.

I see two men in black wearing name badges. I immediately think the police have arrived for some reason and open the door. Thankfully, it was just a couple of Mor(m)ons. Now, I'm very polite towards most people and don't feel annoyed at them for interrupting my college coursework. They're just trying to make everyone as happy as they are. Aww.

"Hi there. Do you have five minutes to talk about God?"

At this point I gesture towards the stairs. "Sorry folks. I'm a little busy with college work at the moment." I said. I held my A4 pad to my chest for effect. When they saw the pad they became a little flustered. One wanted to leave a pamphlet, but the other just tried to make him leave as soon as possible. I thought it was a strange reaction, but said goodbye and went to the kitchen for a drink. When I put the pad on the countertop I realised the reason for their consternation.

You see, at college I had absent-mindedly written the word KILL in huge black letters on the front of the pad and held it up for them to see while telling them that I was otherwise engaged.

Oopsie.
(ElectricMonk is falling awake on, Wed 17 Dec 2008, 23:19, 1 reply)

For the love of Joseph
Please don't use the phrase 'e-business'. It's a business that might have access to the internet. Let's keep it like that shall we?
(powervator and NONE SHALL PASS, Thu 18 Dec 2008, 1:30, closed)