Two young Mormon chaps once came up to me in Plymouth (England) city centre and said- "Excuse me sir, but what do you know about the Lord Jesus Christ?", and I replied- "I think I heard somewhere that he was the Son of God".
"Yes that's exactly right!" they said, "would you like to come to a cafe with us to discuss it some more?"
But I had to get to the computer shop so politely declined their offer.
But if they'd have been young lady
mormons, I might have postponed my shop visit and gone off with them..
Another time I was at home in my 3rd floor flat in Plymouth when the street doorbell rang, I was expecting the electricity meter reader so I released the lock and began making my way down the communal stairwell to meet him, but heard a welter of voices in the lobby, so i stopped and called out "Is that the meter man?".
Back came the reply "No, we're Jehovah's Witnesses", and their footsteps kept coming up the stairs, so I tiptoed back into my flat and quietly locked the door.
"I could hear their puzzled voices asking each other "Which flat let us in? ", and they went back out confused.
I peeped out my window and watched them walking off, they were two men and two dishy women. I kept hoping the women would come back on their own so I could have entertained them to tea, but they never did (sniffle)