Miss Manners (UN)Guide to Answering the Door

So far since living in the US I haven’t had any truck with the Joeys*. Maybe it’s because we lived in the middle of a largely Amish community when I first moved here. There’s no explanation why we’re escaping their visits now though, unless either my reputation proceeds me or they aren’t as tenuous here as in the UK.

When I lived in Tunbridge Wells shortly after the birth of Princess PITA they were a pain in the bum. They travelled in packs so if you didn’t answer the door to the first lot, the second would knock and so on. It was relentless.

Anyone who’s had a newborn knows how precious that time when they’re asleep is and, how you will happily pulverise anyone who disturbs them. I had a sign on my door saying “Baby asleep, knock and face the wrath of a tired Mother” – and they still knocked!!

I ended up answering the door with a hammer and threatening to meld their brains with the brickwork one day and ten minutes later – they knocked again!

So fast forward about fifteen years, I was staying with Titselina Bumsqueak as she’d just had an operation and needed some help. She also had a ten week old baby and a two year old so she was a flippin’ grumpy cow!

We were sat having a cup of tea when we saw a mini bus of Joeys unloading up the road. Leaving out the swear words, she said… well nothing really. She was inferring she didn’t want to converse with them anyhow! I said it’s okay, I’ll go to the door so we sat and waited for “the knock”

Sure enough, it came so I answered the door to a seedy, jaundiced looking chap with greased back hair and Harry Potters Aunt. A large lady in a frilly floral blouse with a cameo brooch, three chins, 2 warts and a blue rinsed beehive. Their conversation is in italics.

“Good afternoon, Do you love our Lord?”

I was faking a dreadful cockney accent. Let it be said, I’m diabolical at accents. I can’t even sound the slightest bit American to my lasting disgust.

“Ooooh it’s yooo lot. Joeys. Ahm glad yooo called round. Ah’ve got some questions fer youse lot”

They looked a bit taken aback but ploughed on regardless.

We’d be happy to help, can we come in?”

“Nah. Yoo carnt.”

“Ere – Ahh wanna know. Do cats go to Jehovah Witness ‘eaven?”

“God loves all his creatures”

“Ahh know that. But ahh wanna know – do cats go to Jehovah Witness ‘eaven?”

“Well when animals die they’re at eternal rest and free from pain and hunger”

“Ahh know but that’s not what ahh asked izzit?”

Eventually, backed into a corner he said “No. Cats don’t have a soul so they can’t go to Heaven”

“Good. Arh ‘ate bloody cats, nasty pissy little fings. Shit all over mah garden they do. Look”

Points at offending turd.

I could hear TB stifling laughter in the living room.

“Umm yes. Well..”

I was determined to cook their goose so they’d never come back so I ploughed on.

“An anuvver fing. Elf’s. Youse lot don’t believe in Christmas do yer? So ‘ows elves supposed to get to ‘eaven? They work all their life making toys fer kids. They should bleedin’ get some reward”

“Well, elves aren’t real”

“whatchoo mean they ain’t real? Of course they’s real. Whatchoo think ‘elf n safer-ty is then mr clever clogs?”

TB isn’t even trying to hide her laughter at this point. These buggers are like limpets too – they aren’t going anywhere! It was time for the big guns.

“An anuvver thing. What about Gaaaaaaays? Do GAAAAAAYS go to Jehovah Witness ‘eaven?”

“Well if they repent their sins…”

“Reap WHAT?? They ain’t done no sins. They just love. Thats what God’s all about innit? love?”

“Well the Bible says…”

“Where does it say thou shalt not be Gay? It don’t. So can Gaaaays go to Jehovahs Witness ’eaven or not?”

I was actually getting really cross at this point so I knew I had to wind it up whether they were ready to stop playing or not.


“No. Never you mind any more of that “wellll” argy bargy – I wannit straight up”

There was a loud snort from TB – honestly, she has a cesspit for a mind that girl.

“Dooo Gaaaaays go to Jehovah Witness ‘eaven or not?”


“Whaaaat? Not even through the back door?”

TB completely lost the plot. There was a loud thud as she fell off the sofa and raucous, braying laughter – honestly, that girl laughs like a donkey in labor.

The Joeys gave me a look of absolute contempt and turned to leave. I was yelling “wait arh ain’t finished wiv mah questions” but they were gone.

And do you know, they’ve never gone back to her house?

*Slang for Holy Joes/Jehovahs Witnesses

20 thoughts on “Miss Manners (UN)Guide to Answering the Door

  1. You should do a podcast about this one…or just never stop telling it!! 😂😂 also, I love that second image in there; with Jesus hiding!!! ~Kelsey

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    1. Oh no, they stopped coming to me after I answered the door in my nightie! I’d been pounding steaks with a meat hammer and still had it in my hand. I thought that was why they backed off looking horrified and it wasn’t until I looked in the mirror and saw I was covered in blood splatter from over enthusiastic pounding that I realised it wasn’t the hammer that scared them, it was me!!

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      1. Haha that is funny definitely won’t be coming round yours again they most probably said there is a mad woman in your house attacking anyone knocking on the door and they don’t come out again lol

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  2. I couldn’t take it anymore after reading the back door comment. Hilarious.
    They used to come over ALL THE DAMN TIME when I was a kid. Because I had a few friends in class that were JWs, I knew they met a couple of times a week and went on various “retreats” to better themselves in the art of door to door sales. They WERE relentless. The thing was that those who would come to our door were not from our neighborhoods, so we didn’t know them, and couldn’t do much about it on a daily basis.

    It doesn’t happen anymore.

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      1. You know what? Personally, I prefer people like you to people with tight-lipped mouths. And least with people speaking their mind, I know what I’m getting myself into. Those who think things through and are selective with their words can prove to be backstabbers, two-faced, etc.

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