I found out today that Mitt Romney spent two years of his youth working as a Mormon missionary -- in France!
Picture it -- an earnest young man sits down with a group of worldly, middle-aged guys at a sidewalk cafe in Paris. They're smoking Gauloise cigs and eating Camembert and they're about half cooked on Bordeaux, and this clean-cut young dude starts rattling on in English about a hoard of golden plates inscribed in an unknown language with ancient secrets, discovered by a farmboy almost two hundred years ago in a cave in upstate New York.
His job was to convince them that he's not totally out of his mind. Sounds like hard work to me.