Two young Mormon women in long dresses approached me in the driveway and complimented my VW bus.
I had just arrived home from work, and was hauling the trash cans back to their spot by the open garage, where the mustard-yellow camper lives. The women knocked on the neighbor's door before making their way to me. Their innocent baby faces twinkled from lack of sin. I was curious about their sales pitch, just to see how they'd do it.
"I like your bus," the tall blonde said first, disarming me with her smile.
They introduced themselves as missionaries, then skipped all the bullshit and went for the jugular with Jesus questions. When they walked away, I was holding a business card with links to a video. The women encouraged me to watch the video and said there were thought-provoking points on the link between Jesus and the Berlin Wall, for example.
On one side of the business card, there were three photos of people, each with a caption that said "I'm a Mormon." One of the humans pictured on the card was a black man, which contradicts the Mormon stereotype.
The missionaries impressed me with their confidence and kindness. They are trying to plant seeds - or perhaps hunt for souls? They wouldn't go door to door if the technique didn't work once in a while.
I discussed the surprisingly pleasant encounter with my wife, then tossed the card in the garbage.
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