Okay, there's a Mormon ward house down the street from us. Fookers. Anyway, a couple of weeks ago some J-chick walked into our house at about 8 PM and stood expectantly in the genkan. Sitting at the dining room table, I turned around and looked at her, and, after a few seconds of WTF? befuddlement, said, "Uh...hai?" She handed me a little piece of paper offering "free" English lessons at the Mormon church. She had thought our house was the goddamn church! I ushered her out and pointed her down the street.
-catone
-she was kinda hot, in a heavily warpainted way. At first I thought she was a "delivery health" gal. I warned her that sometimes the Mormon missionaries can get a little pushy. Should've invited her to watch "Orgazmo" with me.