In one of my areas, there was this really sweet old lady who lived in an apartment complex next to the church. She had come to the missionary English classes for years and absolutely loved the missionaries, even though she had no interest in the church. One day we went over and visited with a member. She was happy to see us and said she was going to send us home with a couple bags of rice. The member promptly told her, "that's very sweet of you, but no I won't let you do it. I'll buy them rice. You'll give them the good stuff but they can't tell the difference between good rice and bad rice anyway, so I'll just get them the cheap stuff."