there are no mormons where i grew up, but plenty of Jehova's who like to knock on doors. the only time i can remember though was as a kid i was playing in the yard as my dad was hammering shingles on the roof. these two very nerdly dressed guys start walking down our driveway with bible in hand, though my dad was too busy with his work to notice them. they get about halfway to our door when dad misses a nail and slams the hammer into his finger. he then proceeds to let loose a string of obscenities that would make a hockey player blush. the two bible pushers simply turned around and walked away
they never did come back to our house after that
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