I was vacuuming the dog hair (a monumental task) from the back of my SUV when two of these guys came up and offered to help. Never one to refuse a young vacuumer, I let them. One told me about God, while the other worked on mastiff hair. I listened attentively, at the end said, "Bless you, my son" and thanked the guy who did a commendable job of getting the hair out of the car. I left him trying to get the two tons of blond dog hair off his black pants and sweater.