This all reminds me of the time I flew in to the Denver airport, and it was shut down, one end to the other (no power). After jogging through the airport to catch a cancelled flight ( no flight boards), my body shut down, too, and I ended up in a wheelchair in a big room full of all us needing "special assistance."

The little old lady next to me turned to me and suggested we pray. Now, I personally find this stuff an act of aggression against my space, but, trying to be nice while at the same time letting her know she was rejected, I said, "Oh, what a good idea, but I call it channelling."

Erg. It did not have the desired effect. She was shouting over me so hard the attendant came and led her away. She was still shouting at me from the other side of the room. When a flight to my destination became operational they put me on it first, to get me out of there, and she started up again as I was wheeled past her.

As a result I have an even lower tolerance for being preached at. I would come at your ladies with the revised standard version of "Old Time Religion." I experience proseletizing not as friendliness but as aggression, however passive aggressive.

I can't hack the Denver Airport anymore either.

Having the Jehovah's all over my sister's funeral ten years ago (from the other side of the family) also doesn't help.

argh.