Vegan pastry chef by day; blogger, party animal and VegNews recipe tester by nights and weekends. The most elegant person in sweatpants you know.
My grocery bag was falling apart and the Missionaries offered to help, but I was two houses down, and the thing is, people wanting to sell you something don’t stop at the first no.
Of course I stopped, because I’m not a monster. They offered to help me with my bag, and to move to LA. They also said there was a youth congregation in Temecula that they would be happy to see me at. One of them said, “It’s for people between the ages of 18 and 30, which I’m sure you fall into”.
AHAHAHAHAH YOUNG BOYS TRYING TO GET ME TO LISTEN TO THE MORMON GOSPEL I AM 32! Halfway to 33! I am too old for your youth congregation!
The look of shock on their faces when I said I was older, that was worth my tired, shaky arm, and my yearning to just walk through my parent’s front door already.
Wrinkle-free and dressing like a 15 year old, that’s my game.
They were nice. But I will never want what they’re selling.