Mark says he was amazed last week to see what good business Scientologists were doing at tables at the Porter Square T stop. He finally sprang into action:

... My anger at the Scientologists, shown in a couple of brief exchanges between errands, surprised me. It first came up when I saw some guy signing a receipt, probably for his starter copy of "Dianetics," and urged him, "Please don't do this." Immediately three of the recruiters started coming at me from around the table, making soothing sounds and asking me if I was feeling any stress.

They asked me if I'd considered Scientology and I scoffed at joining a made-up, superexpensive religion that kept people in line with lawyers and secret police. (I have this crazy belief that the best religions don't cost a lot of money or terrorize people who want to quit.) ...