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It had to happen. The Mormons have been prowling around here for the past month. Today their conversion quest was not going well (hello, everybody is at work!) and they spotted me outside watering plants.
Basic premise was that even though I didn't believe in god if I'd prayed I was sure to feel something, they weren't trying to convert me, and when I asked if they would explain how they got to live on another planet with jesus once they died the poor guy floundered more or less. Lots of dancing around and explanations like "It's hard to explain" (why is one always silent?) and "It's compilicated" sprang forth. Almost felt sorry for them and never even got to ask them about Joseph Smith trying to read egyptian scrolls.
I think they were chosen for CA because they could speak Spanish as they specifically asked (as another pair asked in a previous year) if I knew anybody around who spoke Spanish.
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