So, you're sitting in a tea shop, quietly reading a book...

[Gawdzilla Sama]

The example I have recently is the JoHos that came to my house a couple of weeks ago while I was out in the garden with the weed eater.

"Hello," says one woman, with a couple of kids in tow (poor little bastards), do you have time to talk about god?"

"You're bloody kidding, right?  I'm in the garden, obviously less than half way through what I need to do, sweating like mad, and you want to talk to me about your imaginary friend?"

Then chase them around the yard with the JW weed whacker.