Is it a sin to give a Jehovah's Witness a fake phone number?

Let me first say that I have cheated death twice today. It all started yesterday when I decided that I was too tired from a weekend of bus excursions, sunburns, motel-crashing, and window-shopping to ride my bike to school. I simply looked out the window and said, "well, looks like rain."

Fact is I was not about to get on my bike, I don't make the decisions, my legs do. So I had a good day of teaching, no complaints and then I high-tailed it out of there around 4pm. I'm in my nice clothes and I think to myself, "hmm, I guess it was a nice day afterall." But I wait at the bus-stop and realize that I have no money. So instead of just going back to the school and asking to borrow a dollar from my co-teacher(the good christian that she is), I make a hasty decision of walking home via the coast and listening to music all the way home. Well, to make a long story shorter and less boring, I somehow found myself and hour into the 45 mintute walk only half-way home crawling over a junk pile at the edge of a cliff praying I don't slip and pissed that my Ipod ran out of juice... I got lost. There I said it, are you happy?

Well, to remedy that problem today I forced myself to ride to school despite what feels like an onsetting sore throat; the first sign of weakness my body has encountered since arrival. By the end of the day, it's pouring rain. My loop-track of cuss words is steadily flowing in my office since my bike will probably be rusted by the time the rain stops. But eventually I have to get on it and ride home. On the major downhill section of my ride, I get blinded by a heavy downpour, smacked in the face by a low-hanging vine and consequently veer into the road with bus riding my ass. Cheating death once in a day is fine, but twice?

So I get home, and the second I pull into the stairwell, this van stops outside the door and this woman says, "Alexuh!" I turn around and see the woman I had given my phone number to at the beach. I planned on putting her invitations off until she gave up hope, but she's a Jehovah's Witness.

Now here's where this gets strange, and I still don't have an answer to this. I live off all the main roads, and this woman is from another town. What kind of coincidence or act of God does it take to "run into" this woman in front of my house? I think she was stalking me, or found out where I live somehow and waited by the house for me to come home from school. Anyhow, I try to be nice and say that we should get a cup of coffee, but she tells me that she would like to treat me to dinner. Well, I had no answer to that, so I stupidly said, "yes", already fully processing the odds of bumping into someone directly outfront of my front door(I concluded that it was creepy whether or not it was chance), but I figured, she already knows where I live...

So as I desperately call my friends between showering and changing to tell them the strange sequence occuring in my life, I start thinking about what my mom said about sicko strangers in the world, "Be careful. You never know what kind of weirdo wants to drug you and take a kidney to sell on the black market..."

So aside from wanting to eat a watermelon during an hour long wait on Sunday for a bus, I want my knife so bad it's not funny. I seriously believed that I might have to protect myself physically from these people. So I grab the sharpest pen I can find and put it into my front right pocket, sweating and swearing to myself that I will not get into their car.

So jump in the front seat immediately. I ask them where we're going and they say "to our rest home". I don't know what a "rest home" is, but now I'm thinking I'm being taken to a cult meeting. I reach for my phone and have Lauryn's number ready to dial. I'm so paranoid I start thinking this woman right behind me is gonna strangle me with a shoelace or something. Jesus, I've seen too many movies. I decide the only way out of this situation if it proves not to be violent, will be a simple "God Doesn't Exist And This Is Why" rant. No need for violence in the end... though all signs pointed to death when I got into that van.

It turns out that Jehovah's Witnesses aren't all that bad... but when the woman told me she lost my phone number, I gave her a fake one, I just hope she doesn't change that 8 into a 0... or wait outside my door again... shit, what a bunch of weirdos.