*grumble grumble*

I have just returned to my desk from answering a knock at the door*, and am trying to re-board my train of thought for something that I was writing.

I am tempted to print up a sign...

I don't want to talk about my soul.
I'm good on magazine subscriptions.
I won't send you to band camp.
Unless you are a delivery driver needing a signature for a package containing money or something cool that I ordered, please do not knock.

*It was the JWs.