As Latter-day Saints, we've all experienced it.
Missionaries are over for dinner. The meal is finished. Dishes are being cleared. And one of them says, “Who do you know that we can meet or teach?”
Crickets.
On those occasions, I often wish they would just help clear the dishes or just give their short spiritual message and vanish. The better ones, however, don’t mind the uncomfortable silence. They’ll wait it out until you clear your throat and clumsily fumble through lame reasons, like how you don’t know anyone or how you’ve exhausted your list.
If you haven’t done that, you just haven’t had missionaries over enough. Believe me, no one is immune.
While we've lived in the same house for 20 years, there have been scores of missionaries in and out of our home during that time. With a few exceptions, we've had the same neighbors over those two decades.