I was hanging out in my place, drinking beer; I'd had plenty. Typical AdmiralJack dress code for chillin at home is either camoflauge cutoffs or a kilt and a t-shirt.
There's a knock on the door.
Knowing that my mom was in town that week, I yell, "just a minute!" and scurry to hide the empty beer bottles and just generally clean up a bit (don't like my mom knowing how typically bachelor i live).
Another knock on the door.
"JUST A MINUTE." I say. Not mean or anything, but sharp. Several seconds later, I open the door to three nicely dressed young men wearing ties and holding bicycle helmets. The two in the background look at me with suprise, bordering on terror, and actually take a step back.
The leader of the group looks at me with uncertainty and stammers, "Is Jessica here?"
The two in the background look uneasy.
"Nope, sorry. You probably have the wrong 101, there's six buildings in the complex."
To which the leader replies, "Are you sure Jessica isn't here?"
The two in the background are shifting, restlessly, slowly taking steps away from the door.
Befuddled, "Ummm, yep! No Jessica here, just me. Y'probably want the building next door."
The leader says to me, he says, "Well, would you be interested then in hearing a message about our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ?"
The two in the background keep tossing exaggerated gestures at the leader of the group, who is unable to see because his back is to them and they're almost all the way across the hall by this point.
"You know.... I wouldn't- but thank you, and best of luck with your mission."
I then extend my hand to Mr. Mormom Leaderman and we shake.... he's obviously uneasy about this whole conversation and seems glad it's over. His friends have already left him.
I close the door, confused as to how awkward those nice little mormons were- the exchange was pleasant enough. They were acting so weird, though.
Because I NEVER sit still, I begin to pace around my apartment. When I turn the corner from my kitchen into my entryway, I have my back to the front door and begin to laugh. Looking at the far wall, I see this, which is plainly visible to anyone standing at my front step:
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