I was out at the bar the other night, shooting the shit, when some fella announced that he’d seen real, live Jehovah’s Witnesses on the bus.
“I mean, how weird, right? In Turkey! Who knew!”
I opened my mouth to say something like, “I KNOW, right?” and then launch into my own Jehovah story, maybe with a few beer-embellishments, when A, who has a strong sense of right and wrong and the endearing habit of going all intense with indignation over things that just make the rest of us go, “huh,” said, sharply,
“How did you know they were Witnesses?”
Fella explained how he’d identified them, (I got distracted by the mixed nuts and didn’t pay strict attention) and A said,
“That is totally not right. They shouldn’t be here. They can’t approach people like that. Proselytism is illegal in Turkey.”
Oh yeah! I totally forgot about that, but now I remember Supercilious Susan bringing it up sometime during my first few weeks here.
It explains why Turkey has the milquetoastiest Witnesses, like, ever. As fear of prosecution rises, I imagine, fear for my immortal soul must correspondingly decline.