Once upon a time, a few years ago, I lived in a ratty apartment
across the street from a catholic college. One afternoon, I was
hanging around in my living room' minding my own business.
     There was a knock on my door.
    
     I answered it.

     Standing there, in the spring sunlight, were three exchange
students from Korea. Two guys and a girl. They beamed their big beamy
smiles at me. They looked so cute and wholesome, I felt an urge to
put on a pointy hat and throw them into oven.

     But I didn't.

     They asked if they could come in and talk about God, and since
I was bored out of my mind, and they were still beaming at me, I said
"Sure, why not?"
     
     So we sat around and they talked about God, and Jesus, and 
Salvation, and all sorts of groovy stuff, and I sat there, undressing
the girl with my eyes, and we were all having a great time, and they
got to the punch line.

     They asked if they could babtise me.

     In my kitchen sink.

     I told them I had been babtised when I was a baby, and they said 
that didn't count, since it wasn't a decision on my part, and I agreed
with that in principle, but I didn't what to do it, but they really
wanted to do it...

     I threw them out.

     Twenty minutes later, there's a knock on my door.

     It was Dave, my upstairs neighbor.

     His hair was soaked.