I don't know how, but the Jehova's Witnesses found and cornered me at my campsite. Pamphlets are a waste. There's a surefire way to recruit me ...
Just bring me a Starbucks venti Americano and a good piece of carrot cake. I'd convert, no questions asked. I'd even become a Russian spy!
But no, they bring crappy literature.
At least I know I'll have moved again before they come back!
