I was lounging in my easy chair watching tv when the doorbell rang. Jonka answered it to find two young women holding notepads, and I barely could hear the conversation of the three of them.
"Jehovah's Witnesses?" I asked Jonka after they departed, knowing that, because they were women and not men, they weren't Mormons.
"No," she said, "they're from a national magazine, and when they saw you, they said, 'It's not him.'"
"Yeah, well," I replied, "they should've used correct grammar and said, 'It's not he.' Anyway, what did they mean by that?"
"They're searching for the sexiest man alive."