Since I moved into a condo, I don't get Mormons anymore and I miss them. Martha used to yell at me when they left and I felt ashamed, for a nanosecond.They are always a pair of usually well scrubbed youths wearing white shirts and name tags with "Elder (Name)"
GTH: "Who are you?"
MM: "We wish to speak to you about faith."
GTH: "Come on in. What group are you with?"
MM: "Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints, the Mormons."
GTH: "I never heard of them. What do they do?"
MM: "What would say if we told you that an ancient civilization existed right here in the United States?"
GTH: "That would knock me on my ass. I need a drink on that. Can I offer you boys a drink?"
MM (looking a little flustered): "We don't drink, thank you."
GTH: "Too bad. You don't mind if I do while you talk?"
GTH breaks out bottle of Lagavulin, loads up ice bucket, gets a pitcher of water, two nice crystal tumblers and pours the three fingers of elixir into one tumbler and the ice and water into the other.
GTH takes a big pull and sips the water back.
We move on to archeology, history, and finally GTH drops the question about Blood Atonement. That usually drops their faces. When GTH follows up with the Mountain Meadows Massacre, that is usually enough to send then to the door. I have some other follow up questions if they hang in there, but they usually can't last.
As I say, I miss them.
