I suspect the person knocking on my door just now was known to me, as I saw a Wyoming plate,

but, alas, I do not answer phone calls from unknown numbers or knocks from unknown fists. I need to know you’re on the way. I am in my 40s and never once, never ever once, has a stranger come calling at my door or phone resulted in a positive experience. Never once. They always want something from me, sometimes a great deal.

I’m probably not going to pay you back and I certainly don’t want to buy anything and God knows I don’t want to listen to your peculiar take on the Bible (or in the case of the Mormons, about your peculiar new Bible).

Anywho…