I’m convinced there’s an attractiveness requirement for Mormon women who knock on doors. Every year or so, two incredibly good-looking women knock on my door to do their thing. It probably makes me the asshole, but I feel slightly more guilty closing my door in their faces than I would if they weren’t so hot. I give them my attention and only close the door after politely repeating “no thanks, I’m not interested in your joy” at least three times. I am a Jew after all—we love our thrice denials.