I drag myself home. Eat something, gracefully lay on the couch and take the remote. A nirvana. For about whole 8 minutes.

Suddenly, someone starts buzzing on my door bell like crazy, simultaneously beating on it: ding-dong, ding-dong, boom-boom, boom-boom, ding-dong…! I jump up, and 3 seconds later the alarming condition starts again: that someone is beating on my door, not moving it`s finger from the door bell. What the…? What is going on? Is it a fire, have the war started, what is it for crying out loud??? I`m yelling „juuust a minute“ while the pandemonium continues.

I opened the door to find a pissed off battle tank! A lady, with the size of a wardrobe closet, with an agressive attitude and interesting look (I almost shit my pants form it), starts waving in front of my face with a piece of paper. Blah, blah, she is selling catholic calenders, she says. Correction – selling is an affable offer of the product, which you can or don`t buy. This was…this was…unbealievable!

I try to explain that I don`t want it, not my cup of tea, I lie impiously saying that my neighbour is an active member of the church and that I already have those…

But, the battle tank is not giving up. Grand as the Faith itself. She is on the mission. She stands there, with that incredible look, fixiting me. Not moving. Not for an inch.

We stand there in silence. Not saying a word. I am waiting for her to give up, and she is waiting for my next move.

After 2 or 3 minutes of speachless staring I try to say something, but in the same second she starts reapeting her respected lines: „These are the catholic calenders, made by our beloved catholic church…“. Damn woman! I have a date with a couch and the tv! What, are we going to stand here all afternoon, gaping like idiots?!?

Then I had it. I asked her how much, she said her price, I cashed it out and amen! You may go in peace sister. Godspeed.

What happened to those kind old ladies which have caressingly offered the calenders, admonishing on charity and other tender things, which made you feel…warm around your heart?

This one could easily be recruted by the Opus Dei!

I should have known better. Few years ago, I was debating for half an hour with couple of Jehova Witnesses, again on my doorstep. With no result. It`s like they are programmed not to be fluctuated by anything they could hear or see until they get what they want. Take no prisoners.

Anyhow, if someone needs a calender, just let me know. Have a small-fit-in-the-wallet one and grand-centre-of-the-living-room-wall versions. And it`s not like I`m going to use it anytime soon, the memories from the last skirmish are still too fresh.;-)