I looked for a seat in the last session tonight, and I accidentally slipped by two men that I have only read about on the internet.
Bill McKeever and Aaron Shavofaloff.
You know . . . for being such rabid, monstrous anti-Mormons, these guys are really quite nice.
Aaron bought my supper and has put me up in his house tonight. He wouldn’t let me rob him of displaying kind, gracious hospitality. I appreciate his family being so spontaneous.
It is time to hit the sack in this comfy guest room.