TG!
Actually I am a closet Scientologist and will appear at your address and try to hook you up to one of those machines.
Funny story: When we moved to Seattle in '80 we lived in a very nice apartment complex in Bellevue, WA. Each unit in the complex had four apartments. Two downstairs and two above the below apartments and each apartment had their own entrance.
Well the above apartment, catty-cornered to ours, an interesting couple lived there. The guy was a pimp, drug dealer and his significant other was one of the whores he ran.
Several times a week two white shirted guys with black ties and black trousers would show up with a black hard sided suitcase and walk up the outside stairs to the afor mentioned neighbors apartment.
We always thought they were Mormon's until one day we heard panicked pounding on our front door. I looked through the peephole and there stood our neighborhood hooker. I opened up the door and she rushed in she said, "close the door...Fast!"
Then she put here index finger to her lips and motioned for MrsMac and I to be quite.
About 2 minutes after the arrival of our new friend, we watched the two afor mentioned guys go up the steps and knock on her door. This went on for a couple of minutes until they left. At which time our neighbor told us they were Scientologists and they were there with some gismo to hook up to her.
We later learned that she had kicked them out on several other occasions but they keep coming back. Which gives a whole new meaning to..."Their here."
