[from my ongoing memoir]
There was one group we tried not to tangle with, though: our archenemies, the Jehovah's Witlesseser, Witnesses. If we were dogs, then the Jay-Dubs were cats. If we were water, they were fire. If we were Superman, they were Lex Luthor. We did not get along. I think the antipathy stemmed mostly from the fact that people were always mistaking one of us for the other when we knocked at their doors. In fact, I recall once later on my mission when I had just been transferred to a new area. My new companion and I were walking down a quiet, shady street doing callbacks on a sunny spring day when suddenly he stiffened and went pale.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
"See that guy a few houses down, out watering his lawn?" asked my companion.