The other day I told some door-knocking Seven Day Cyclists that I couldn't talk to them as I was in the middle of a sacrifice. They scuttled off sharpish.
I tore the book of Mormon up infront of them once (the Mormons not the sevenths). That worked.
I was at a mates house,and the mormons turned up,got told to send them away because she HATES talking to random strangers. So naturally i invited them in (they actually did seem shocked),i was very nice,took the bible,and even invited them back the next day.
my mate wasnt very happy with me!
my mate wasnt very happy with me!