I was just outside walking the dogs when I was approached by a couple of Mormon fellas. Ive got to hand it to them , they must have some real faith in their convictions to walk up on someone in this part of town. Normally I would have spent some time breaking their balls just for grins, but its cold outside, so I just gave them the old "I'm not interested" line and kept walking. They followed me.
While I still remain firm in my conviction that Mormon's are just a little wacky, Ive got to say I had an inkling of respect for them just based on tenacity alone. I know it may be hard for my readers to believe, but I'm not the most approachable person you ever met. Ive got a pretty good size scar on my face, a permanent scowl and to be honest I look pissed off, even though I'm not. So when Opie and Howdy Doody failed to take my lack of interest and look of disdain seriously, it kind of tickled my funny bone.
I figured they would give up if I just kept walking so I set out around the block. I think I could have lost them but the dogs had to stop every 10 feet to sniff or piss. They weren't really pushy and mostly made small talk. What religion was I, etc. When we rounded the last turn and started down my street, I noticed one of them craning his neck and looking at the building on the far end of the block. A worried look came over their faces and they broke away from me at a pretty fucking brisk pace. They didn't say a word, not a goodbye or god bless, they just took off.
When I got to the end of the block they were standing at the curb looking up and down Armour road, for their bikes, that someone just made off with.
