O, Jehovah!

‘Your arms are too short.’

‘What? Look, I don’t have time to listen to your bizarre suppositions. I have an eight-thirty, and before that I have to walk my dog and take a shower – not at the same time, obviously.’

‘You would be so welcome at our next meeting.’

‘Could I bring my dog?’

‘Certainly not. Jehovah’s Witnesses do not allow animals to enter into their church.’

‘Seems like a rather exclusive policy. Does Jehovah agree with it?’

‘Are you making fun of us?’

‘Yes. And if you don’t go away I’m afraid I may have to use my fists. Blood may be shed. Again.’

‘Your arms are too short.’

What?

‘Your arms are too short to box.’

Box?

‘Yes,’ he said finally, ‘Your arms are too short to box with Jesus.’

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