The Mormon Missionaries are coming over to my house today. I told them that Wednesday at 1:00pm would be fine for me. One of them called me last night to ask if 1:30 would work. I explained (again) that I had to work at 2:00 and that I didn’t care when they came. He seemed slightly embarrassed but explained they had a lunch appointment and didn’t want to have to rush. I felt like telling him, “Don’t rush, take your time; in fact I don’t even care if you come over!” But I didn’t. I guess I’m a sucker for being a nice guy. I wonder what they are even going to say to me. I’m sure I’ll have something to say to them. This should be interesting.