I'm reminded of my first experience with Mormons. I was 17, taking a leak at work minding my own business, and here comes this guy who occupies the urinal next to mine. Then he asks me if he could witness to me about the Mormon church. While my dick is still in my hand. I tucked it an and ran, washed my hands in the sink in the janitors closet.

Then after I moved to Japan, I got hit up 2-3 times by Mormons who were out proselytizing, knocked on my door, and then when they got over the shock of seeing a fellow gaijin in rural Japan would start in on me. I told them to get their weirdo asses of my porch.