[dropcap]T[/dropcap]he Jehovah’s Witnesses came to the door, and it was still early.
I held my Pyrex measuring cup of coffee in hand, sipping it while they went through their speech about heaven, Katie Perry, and eternal damnation.
Finally, he stopped speaking, and turned to his friend.
“Why are you drinking out of a measuring cup?” He asked me.
“The same reason I’m not wearing any pants,” I said. “Because I’m lazy.”