Unusual conversations part 6 a

Whilst painting the garage roof we got a visit from two young men immaculately dressed in white shirts and black pants with name tag and little man-bags. One talked, the other hung back. Damian joked they had come just in time to give us a hand. The talker was ready to come up the ladder. It appeared that mormons have to do two years of community service of some kind. Without getting paid. Hm. Free labour... I asked how it works when mormons ring doorbells of brethren-people as we have them up the road. Ah, they just tell us they're not interested, the talker said. The hanging-back-guy was from Tonga, first time in Australia. Talker was from Brisbane. So where do you stay we asked. In Mittagong, near the Club. They save up to spend the two years away and then they resume their 'normal' lives. Talker was going to go back to uni in Brisbane after this, studying engineering. Tongaman was not doing uni, he was just going back to Tonga. They insisted to come back another time and made an appointment for 3 weeks later. Again talker offered help. Maybe, we said. It started to rain quite heavily and the two went on, to get raincoats out of their car (I thought they rode bicycles, Damian wondered), and to go next door. We had a look through the window and betted how long this visit would take. This time Tongaman was Talker. Through front gate, verandah, knock, grumble grumble, no, slam, out. 15 seconds.