Yesterday I was riding home from work (in dress slacks, shirt and tie) and a little girl (who I know) saw me, and before she could recognize me said to her mom, "look, a Mormon."

I pulled up and several neighborhood ladies were laughing (not so much at me as with me and with the girl). It was actually pretty funny.

So I said, "I'm out of phamplets, ladies."

They said, "You just need a nametag to make the outfit complete."

To which I said, "I rode most of the way home with one," and then pulled it out of my shirt pocket.


Then one said, "so, are you on a mission?"

To which I reached into my backpack and pulled out a six pack of beer while replying, "mission accomplished."

They thought that was really funny (as, I'm sure, the people outside the gas station were most likely puzzled to see the Mormon walk out of the store and get on his bike while stuffing a six pack of beer in his backpack).