For the first time in rather a long time, I worked a nine-hour day today. (Shaping up for another one tomorrow, egads.) As I stepped out of work, it started to spit. As I came down Elizabeth Street, it started to mist rain.On the corner of Elizabeth and Bourke, two anoracked girls hailed me with, "Excuse me! Excuse me!" Noticing that they had accents, I paused, took the music out of my ears, and presented myself with sympathy to give the poor lost and rained-upon backpackers directions."Excuse me," the girl said. "But my friend and I would like to invite you to church on Sunday."