On a mission

The last time I did my laundry, there were two missionaries chatting up this lady for a good half hour while she was waiting for her clothes to dry. She didn't seem to mind, but I did. Missionaries are just another kind of salespeople with another product that people don't need. I don't want to deal with that nonsense when I'm doing laundry- the screaming children and speed freaks and crazy people are bad enough without Jesus getting in on the action.

This morning I did my laundry again. The missionaries walked back and forth outside a few times casing the joint, but as I was the only one in there and my evil radiates outward, they were too scared to come in.