… door bell ringing in the middle of the afternoon. Either a neighbor in trouble or trouble for whomever is bothering me….
I look through the peep hole and see two young men in white shirts and dark pants. Bloody Mormons.
Vaguely curious as to how they are going to identify themselves, (since Mormon has become a dirty word these days) I swing open the door with far more force than necessary.
Me, angerly, “What do you want?”
Guy, flustered, “Oh, ah, um, ah, well, we’re sorta missionaries and we’d like to ….”
Me, interrupting, tossing my head back and laughing, “Mwa ha ha! Well, I’m sorta a radical atheist, so you are wasting your time with me…”
Guy, very flustered, “Oh, well, de de de de…”
Door, loudly, “Womp.”
OK, back to work. I’m trying to parse this by PalMD in which he takes down Physiprof.