I took my summer vacation to Grand Cayman this year, a small island south of Cuba. I love the scuba diving there. The island is small. You could drive around the whole thing in probaby a couple of hours.
So my brother and I had finished a dive on the Cayman wall. I was returning my gear to Dive Tech, the dive shop at Lighthouse Point. As I settle up my bill I notice a copy of the "The Celestine Prophecy" sitting face down and open. A British man who was working the cash register, all smiles, asked me how I was enjoying the diving and I said I was. Then I made a comment about that I had read "The Celestine Prophecy" after I had gotten out of the cult I was raised in and found it interesting. He said, "If you don't mind, which cult was that?" "Jehovah's Witnesses," I replied.
He grinned broadly and stuck his hand out across the counter: "Put 'er there, mate. Me too!"
We briefly swapped stories. I had people waiting for me in the car; otherwise I would have chatted longer.
We're everywhere, man.