And my Mormon next door neighbour had a couple of kids on a mission coming over to visit. One of the missionaries, must've been 5' tall, said hello. I smiled and said hello back, and he asked me if I needed help. I said sure, and made him go into the garage and pick up the recycle bins. Then I asked him, "What can you tell me about Jebidiah Springfield, and the book of the Mormon." He looked at me like I was crazy, and then laughed. I told him to come back when my wife was home, because she needed to learn about Jebidiah Springfield. Now my neighbour doesn't smile and say hello anymore.