adventures in calling (part 3)

one house i visited, was not quite the definition of hospitable...

I was visiting sisters. One wasn't home. Dad answered the door and asked, "and you are?"

"I'm T.H. (i am leaving my name out here to avoid the google search engine) from HCC, I work in the youth department, and I'd just like to talk with her really quickly."

mom enters: "I can tell you right now, that neither of them girls is coming to your church anymore."

I am still standing outside the doorway..."that's okay, I'd still like to talk to them (with a smile in my voice)."

mom again: "well, if you are here to give your little spiel about the capital funds thing...we already had someone here to tell us about it and she (her daughter) sat here the whole time."

me: "Well, you can just tell her I stopped by then, thank you for your time."

I walked away thinking..."sheesh, it isn't like I'm here to ask you all for more m....er....nevermind."