DaddyGregor sent this to me and I couldn't have said it better myself…so I didn't.
If you come to my door on a 90-degree day, sweaty from peddling your white-shirted, black-trousered self all around my 'hood, and ask me where god is in my life, I am likely to say, "which one?"
Then, if you think I am a polytheist, I will take you on a road through the ins and outs of my multiple lives as a polygamist (just like your Mormon grandfather, perhaps…). Conversely, if you guess that I in fact already lead multiple lives, I correct you and then expound upon the various gods of Norse mythology and how I feel them acting in my day-to-day life. Why? Because religion is a personal thing and you are a complete stranger. So, if I am hardly likely to be swayed in my beliefs at this point, even by a close friend, it's a waste of my time for you to go a-working on my soul.
And if anyone is gonna waste my time, then I'm gonna be driving, be it the car or the conversation. It makes no difference to me.