A Jehovah’s Witness knocked at my grandma’s door last night.
“Could I speak with a Dorris Smith?” He asked.
“I’m sorry mate, she’s long gone, and I’ve been left in charge of the place,” I said.
“Oh my!” He replied in a shocked tone, “I do apologise, may the lord be with her and keep her safe.”
He certainly was as well! She won the big one at bingo and paid me extra for babysitting her cat when she got home.