Your story brought to mind a time when I was young, and my parents and I, driving west, stopped in Salt Lake City and visited the Mormon Temple visitor's center. Here, a very blonde, impeccably groomed young man led us on the guided tour, which was really--as you might expect--a propaganda pitch for his Mormon belief system. And my dear mother, an old-school New Englander, listened very politely and graciously to his whole pitch--about the revelations of the Angel Moroni to Joseph Smith, the golden tablets, etc. etc. But then, on the way back to our car in the parking lot, well out of earshot of anyone else, my mother stopped, put her hands on her hips, and declared, "What a bunch of balderdash!" Ever since then, I have adhered to this as the perfect response to any evangelical "my way or no way" religion...