I lived in Utah for a couple of years. They knew I wasn't a Mormon and I would have the same two guys knock on my door every other Saturday for the first month I lived there. I would open the door and politely tell them I was happy with my own faith.

But, I got tired of it. So, the next Saturday they came (I could see them walking up the street), I went to the door in my bathrobe, messed up my hair a little, had a glass in my hand with booze in it and was smoking a cigarette.

Mind you these were 19 year old kids.

Opening the door, I said, "Hey guys, you wanna come in and have a drink? You can make yourself comfortable there are some smokes on the table. I'll be a few minutes because I'm banging this bitch, but as soon as I'm done, I'll be out."

They stammered something about they can't be around so much sin, and left - to never return again. I guess I was written off as a lost soul.