Two nuns and a...

San Francisco, California and Gough... as I cross the street, I see two Mormons with their white shirts, ties, and name badges. Standing on the corner, across the other street, oh, this is amusing -- two nuns. I'm glancing back and forth as the Mormons notice the nuns, they look at each other and grin. As the nuns notice the Mormons, they look at each other and grin. The light changes, and I'm walking across the street in the direction of the Mormons. Pleasant hellos exchanged in the middle of the street. What? No drawing of the daggers?!

As I continue onward, the Mormons, who look like the classic Utah version white boys, are catching up with me. And they're speaking... Spanish.