| I arrived in Iowa in the middle of July. It was terribly hot and terribly humid. The kind of day that even the locals struggled with. I was dressed in full proselyting attire, as is customary when missionaries travel. As I waited for my luggage, I noticed a large man in his mid 40's standing next to me wearing a tank top, sandals, and very short shorts. (Kinda risque for a man his size). After a minute or two standing next to me, he couldn't take it any more and turned towards me and asked, "Boy, are you a Mormon?" My initial thought was, "I can't believe it! I've only been here for 10 minutes and somebody wants to investigate the church!" So I turned to face the man, stuck out my chest and said, "yes sir! I am!" Then he muttered, "I thought so, only a Mormon would be dumb enough to where a suit coat on a day like today!" |
