The Mormons!

I was driving back from the office and saw this sight appear like a mirage in the desert:

We screeched to a stop with me yelling like an idiot, “elders elders I’m a Mormon also!”  Good grief.  Anyhow, I said, “find every missionary in town that you can and bring them to dinner on Friday night.” 

Friday night came and six materialized – right on time.  Two from Nigeria, one Sierra Leone, another from Ghana, a fifth from Zim and the last from Washington State.  Interestingly, four second generation members. All darling, hopeful and near unto starvation as it would seem as, in a country where most live off a dollar a day, we somehow managed to spend $120.

And that, my friends, seems to be what happens when you tell adolescent males, “order whatever you want."