When driving home last week I stopped at a red light. I looked up at the far corner to see these two gentlemen in the fading daylight waiting to cross the street.
Guys like this are a common sight in the southwest, especially here in Las Vegas. The standard uniform is black pants, short sleeved white shirt and skinny black tie. If the feel adventuresome you might find a striped tie. They travel in pairs, usually each have a small black backpack and usually are on bicycles. Seeing them on foot like this is unusual.
Back in New Jersey we frequently had Jehovah’s Witnesses knocking on our door trying to save our souls; here it’s the Mormon missionaries (members of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints). They are usually students from Brigham Young University serving a year in service as a break from classes, sometimes posted overseas, sometimes sent to somewhere in the US. We have a friend that went to Sicily, another that went to the Philippines, others just to San Diego. Carrying the Bible and the Book of Mormon, they knock on your door and offer to discuss their religion with you. Always in pairs, the bike riders are a common site around town.