On my way back home I was going to pass them again. So, I tried to stay within a group of Koreans. I was going to try to be out of the Mormons` reach when I crossed the bridge. Then suddenly just as I reached the bridge, the Koreans just disappeared and I was just alone with the Mormons.
I came to the first guy. He politely with a little nod said, `Hi!`
I said, `Hey!`
I came to the second guy. He said with a polite smile, `What`s up?`
I said, `Nothing much!`
I reached the end of the bridge both relieved and insulted that I hadn`t received one of their pamphlets. There wasn`t even a body language hint of them wanting to ask if I wanted to join their little incestuous cult.
Apparently, I have been cast into the outer darkness of Mormonism. Oh my!