My only exposure to Mormonism was a tour my family and I had of the Mormon complex in Salt Lake City a few years back. It was very interesting and of course they have the tours conducted by young single Mormon women. I must say, they don't look like Marie Osmond. I think the talent pool at a large metropolitan Kingdom Hall is greater than all of the Mormon women I saw that day. No wonder young Mormon men ride their bikes so fast.
Anyway, after the tour, they asked us to fill out a visitors card. I immediately grabbed it out of my wifes hand and filled in my next door neighbors name and address. He did mention that he got a phone call from a Mormon about a month after our return. I still haven't told him why. I think I'll get him a gift subscription to the Watchtower this year. Maybe someone from the local congregation will call him. No wonder they call us "evil slave" huh?