I have a stalker, sort of

Tonight I went to Costco and there are some Jehovah's witnesses there that are getting on my nerves. This is my second run in with them. There are 3 or 4 of them, young women, and they push a cart around and pass out copies of their magazine. I can't believe they haven't been kicked out. Today their cart had a case of boxed macaroni and cheese, all their purses, and the magazines. They pick out foreigners, and Costco is full of them. Then they want to chat. How long have you been here? Do you pray? What is your telephone number? Can I help you find anything? I want to be left alone while I do my shopping and thinking.