(29.55) When I lived in the 44 story Ivory Tower, the residents would watch the elevators open like gazelles in an African plain. The Mormon Missionaries lived on the 40th floor, and happily pounced on any people dumb enough to get into the elevator with them.
And I’ll tell you what, when you’re five feet tall standing alone in a box with five towering guys who hold sacred everything you hate, your fury can get the better of you. Which is how I ended up demanding an interview from the Ivory Tower Mormons.