Got mine today too. I'd thought I might tease them by 'spotting' Captain Janeway or something if they came around. I was out the back when Mrs Divergent, being a sport, called out for me to go to the front to 'see beauty' saying the door bell was about to ring. Cryptic, but I got the idea it was JWs.
OMFG.... the two most beautiful, gorgeous, to die for women I've seen in too long ... African, clothes just right (modest, and that was better), make-up, hair - the whole thing. They smiled (brilliant radiance), offered the invitaiton (sensuous timbre with a slight but wonderful accent) and I said "thank you" (sincerely, but not referring to the invitation). As they headed off I said 'I'll get the gate for you', they said 'thank you, bye' and they're off. Gone. Like zephyrs into the wind.
As I recovered from this encounter with perfection, the next pair wanders past: a sour-face leading (I guess an elder's wife) with a non-descript wearing a tent tagging along. Sour-face gets held up at my neighbour's door: he seems to be a born again or something. Blah, blah, blah. Who cares. I might have done my Janeway gag with her just for the joy of seeing her reaction; but I couldn't do anything but be a perfect gentleman with the wonders of nature who did come to my door.
Maybe I have found two perfect reasons to go to the Memorial?
Maybe not.