Lawyers and Mormons and Bears, Oh My!

So I've got to really watch my mood. A lot of shit's been happening lately and it's all been simmering under the surface, which is a recipe for another round of depression and/or pissing off the people closest to me.

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The Cherry Wagon

On the bright side, Jason did give me a chuckle yesterday.

We were leaving Northland Plaza when we drove by one of those amateur fruit seller stands. It was a truck manned by too youngish women and the sign said (wait for it):

The Cherry Wagon

I did a double take. Jason said, straight as can be, "It's the joke that writes itself".

I spent the next five minutes chuckling over that. It was sorely needed.

Not Paranoid Enough

I was chatting with Jason this afternoon and regaling him with my Mormon encounter. He tells me that he too ran into some missionaries this morning, though they were somewhat less rude (went away when asked) than mine were.

We're driving to his place from Ikea (Swedish for "oh my dear sweet lord did I really just spend $2100!") when we spot two more, and for a split second I think it's the same two.

It wasn't though, but they sure did look similar. Same suit, same haircut, same Aryan skin tone. Jason mentions that they do all look the same. That's when I had an epiphany.

Mormon missionaries are actually the Men In Black!

Think about it, it's the perfect front for looking for aliens-in-our-midst™. You get to go door to door asking personal questions. They go in pairs. They're not considered quite normal.

Presumably aliens will respond in subtly wrong ways and this will trigger alarms that cause Tommy Lee Jones and Will Smith to show up with big guns that go "Zownt".