I am spending the week at my sons house in Seattle to help him while recovering from knee surgery. I answered the doorbell and it was a young woman by herself. She read a scripture from James (can't remember) and offered me the A&W. I thought about engaging in conversation (you know what I mean) but in the end I just took the mags and thanked her. She seemed a sweet young lady and I had no desire to put her on the spot. I guess I'm just an old softy.
If it had been a older elder type I probably would have been all over him.