Missionary Moments in the Middle Seat

I rode to work with some co-workers today.  The evidence coordinator at work is Mormon, and he was driving, and with two Mormons and three non-Mormons in a car, of course there's going to be some Mormon talk.

Because I'm the tiniest person, I always take the middle seat.  This was the conversation I had with the guy on my left (I'll call him "J"):

J:  There's a Mormon palace in San Diego!
Me (skeptically):  Was it the temple?
J:  No!  It's a palace!
Me:  Was it big and white and marble with a golden guy with a trumpet on top?
J:  Yeah!
Me:  Yeah, that's the temple.
J:  But it was so ornate.
Me:  They're all like that.

The San Diego Temple.  It is pretty fancy.

This was the conversation I had with the lady on my left (I'll call her "H"):

H:  Are Mormons the same as Jehovah's Witnesses?
Me:  No.  We both like going door-to-door and passing out literature, though.

I'm not thinking that either of these two will be joining up any time soon, but hey, any bit of dialogue helps!