I open my door and am immediately greeted by three 19 year old elders.
They want to talk to me about Jesus and their version of a sacred text and I want to talk to them about: God, Philosophy, Religion, Art, Music, etc.
but I just put a greasy pan on med-high heat to cook some bacon and it's filling my apartment with smoke.
Yet, my curiosity of these creatures at my door temporarily supersedes kitchen safety protocols, so I start to oblige them and even entertain some light discourse in the hallway.
I begin to explain my perspective when my attention skips back to the pan and the hot metal smell tickling my nose.
-protocols back in place- I decline their invitation to visit their temple, now or any time in the future, then shake their hands.
I accept a pamphlet from the last one, "The Plan of Salvation", after he scribbles a phone number on the back.
I wish them luck and close my door without locking it, stride over to the skillet and take it off the burner.
Good thing I removed the batteries from all the smoke detectors.