Religious busy body ...
I worked with one, once. A woman, we shall call her Betty for that was her moniker, who represents the very worst of "the church" as far as I'm concerned.
You know the sort - I worked for a big charity, and she was a volunteer of a certain age who believed the sun shone out of her own fundament. She believed that God made everything happen for a reason, which included telling me I was disabled because God judged me deserving of it (I lost about 90 ninety percent of my eyesight overnight when I was 23 due to a genetic condition.) I wondered how she would react if I had poked her in the eye with a stick and told her God chose me to deliver the punishment to her because she was such a cow, but I rose above and just walked away.
When the big shit hit the fan during 911, she opined to the whole shop (as the whole dreadful thing was unfolding on the radio) that "those people on those planes better be right with God or they're going straight to Hell".
I left the employ of said charity a short time later - it was that her put broken glass in her afternoon scones.

On a lighter note ...

In my time I have kept pet rats, and pet Madagascan cockroaches. If the Witnesses come knocking (and you get a feel for when it's them in my opinion -- though I have got it wrong a couple of times and frightened delivery drivers), the quickest way to get them to leave is to answer the door with a giant cockroach on your nose.

Length ? Well my favourite roach was about three inches end to end ...
(womanwhocanonlylivewithdogs, Sat 21 Mar 2009, 16:34, Reply)