If I have the time, I invite them in, and offer them something to drink.
Last week they were Mormon missionary guys, both probably in their early twenties,
wearing a heavy black suit and tie, on a hot summer day here in the Bay Area.
Their name tags read 'Elder', which in my mind is a term reserved for old Asian guys with long facial hair, but I let it slip. Maybe I had played to much Zelda, and I had to grow with the times.
I offered them a range of drinks, and they settled for a glass o... read more