Speaking of missionaries, I guess the Mormons have a new trick going. One night last week when I was waiting to cross State, a guy appeared out of the corner of my vision and pressed a Book of Mormon card into my hand. He was in plainclothes, and he was flanked cleverly on both sides by two guys in the typical missionary garb. The theory, I guess, being that I’d be more likely not to resist the shill if the person performing it wasn’t dressed like a Mormon missionary.
Oh, yeah, I’ve had enough of the green T-shirted Jews for Jesus trying to shove their literature into my hand, too. They’re actually far more obnoxious than the Mormons. At least the Mormons don’t post themselves like sentries along every footpath on central campus so that you have to detour off onto the grass to get away from them.