So I wake up this morning walking around for like three minuets, then my door buzzes. My roommates stuff is in the hall way he must have gotten back from his trip the night befour while I was asleep. So hit the buzzer, figuring he must have locked himself out. So I watch who comes up, and who should I see. Two missionaries, here to talk to my roommate, asking for Mustafa by name and that they were expecting him. My roommate is a muslim pakestanie, not exactly the guy looking for conversion. So I ask my roommate when he gets home, whats up, as I was quite confused but I could believe that he told them not to look him up. Apparently what had happened is he hit on some girl at his work (walgreens) and somehow thats how I got the missionaries at the door this mourning.
mockingbird:
... That's a weird connection.