My Mormon Adventure

So I'm at this gas station, about 20 miles west of Tucson. And guess who comes up to me while I'm filling the tank? A couple of Mormon Elders trying to save my soul.

One looked a little creepy. He looked like a Stepford boy, with this huge insincere smile on his face. Fortunately, he didn't say much. But the other one, grrrrrrrrrrrr. He was hot. Looked like that guy that used to play Doogie Howser, only hotter.

So they're all over me like white on rice, with their slacks and button-down shirts and ties in the 90 degree heat. I, on the other hand, was dressed in shorts, flip-flops, and a purple "San Francisco Pride '07" t-shirt.

So they start talking about Joseph Smith, and how he was a prophet and shit. I asked, "oh was he now?" To which he replied, "absolutely." To which I replied, "then why don't you have 15 wives? Because he taught polygamy was God's will, and if he was, indeed, a prophet, his words would be as true today as they were 150 years ago." No real good answer to that one.

By this time, we've been standing there for a few minutes, and I notice the other customers are watching and grinning.

Finally, the hot guy said, "well we'd love to sit down with you and talk about this when you have time," and he proceeded to get out his pad to write down my info. I said, "the next time you're in San Francisco, you look me up." And he said, "oh we have many missionaries in San Francisco." And I replied, "and I'm sure they're very welcome there" with a big grin on my face.

At this point, he smiled, bade me a safe trip, and moved on to some farm workers in a truck.

God, he was hot. I would like to convert him LOL.