Back in high school, a pair of Jehovah’s Witnesses woke me one Saturday morning, just as they had done on countless other weekends. I was tired of having my slumber interrupted, so I told them that I would call the police if they ever returned. Problem solved.

Fast forward to today. At my mom’s place of employment, a customer stopped by. My mom, gregarious as she is, struck up a conversation with the woman. After a while, my mom commented that the lady seemed familiar, to which the lady responded, “Yes, we used to come to your house quite regularly until your son told us off.”

Oops.

For the record, my mom didn’t like the early-morning visits either, but she could never bring herself to be as blunt as I was.

(This post is part of the 100/100/131 challenge)