I had no idea, so I looked it up. How about that.
I still stand by that as a response. It has worked for me in the past. Generally, the exchange goes something like this:
Guy: “Have you accepted Jesus Christ as your personal Lord and Savior?”
Me: “Yes, I agree. Violator is Depeche Mode’s best album.”
Guy: 
Me: walks away
I suggest whistling the end to “Always Look On The Bright Side of Life” from Monty Python’s Life Of Brian. Not only is it sacrelicious, but it happens to be a whistling son.
son_g_, thank you.
A co-worker of mine mentioned to me yesterday that the incredibly hard-to-work-with engineer whose cooperation I’ll desperately need during the coming months is a real proselytizer.
Nnnngh. This’ll be fun.
“I don’t care if it rains or freezes as long as I got my plastic jesus sittin on the dashboard of my car”
Who did that tune?
Paul Newman, in Cool Hand Luke.
There are times when porn unfortunately becomes a workplace subject, and not just when you work in the porn industry.
Anyway, I feel so spoiled not working with the proselytizing types. I’m sure they’d consider me a heathen anyway, given that I’ve been known to have a beer or two, keep a bet or two going, and don’t preach against the evils of being gay. 
This reminded me of the time the Latter Day Saints guy sat down next to me on the trolley ride home. At one point, he got into a discussion of free agency, and asked me my opinion of it. I couldn’t help it. I told him my honest opinion: It has completely ruined baseball.
Okay, this is too absurd to let go without a full retelling of the incident. Spill it.
I think the real question is whether or not free agency is worse than the DH.
I don’t know – I’ve always found that beginning to discuss sacramental theology and the importance of the Apostolic Succession with would-be door-to-door and workplace evangelists always makes them remember a previous engagement which they will make as soon as possible! 
Well, you’d be mistaken.
First, the DH.
Next, regular season interleague play.
(Distant) third, free agency.
You will note that these are placed in descending order of heinousness. As to whether free agency played a “camel’s nose in the tent” role, that is a subject that could stand some discussion.
I was raised Christian and my parents are still practicing, although I am now atheist. I was brought up, however, with the firm stance that proselytizing was wrong; my parents’ church had a strict laissez-faire approach to conversion. Everyone knew the church was there; if they wanted to attend, they would. It was not for us to go out and shout unto the masses “YOU ARE WORSHIPPING INCORRECTLY AND WE MUST SHOW YOU THE PROPER WAY BEFORE YOU GO TO HELL.”
Which of course made moving to Mississippi thence to Texas a psychically painful thing. (Not a typo.) Having been raised believing that you DO NOT EVER discuss politics, sex or religion with strangers - or even with acquaintances, or outside of close company - I was extremely offended when people would greet me with “Hi, what’s your name? Where are you from? What church do you go to?” It’s none of their business! Over the last few years I’ve gotten better at dealing with it, because I KNOW it’s coming up, but I still think it’s rude.
I’ve had some bad experiences at work. I conscientiously avoid religious discussions whenever possible, explaining that I was brought up not to discuss religion with strangers; if pressed, I would admit that I was raised Christian but no longer practiced; if pressed further as to the reason I do not practice, I’d tell them I was atheist, with a long-suffering sigh. This has invariably resulted in heartfelt entreaties to attend the coworker’s church to meet Jesus, politely rejected, followed in one case by the firm and convicted statement that I was a damned sinner and was going to hell, so the coworker must not speak with me anymore.
One of my other coworkers was a college student who told me she had never met a non-Christian person before, and who rather hesitantly asked me why, if I didn’t believe in God, I didn’t just go around murdering people - there was nothing to tell me it was bad, right? I wasn’t sure whether I wanted to laugh or cry before I tried to explain that morality is not married to religion, and the golden rule can apply to those who don’t believe in the Golden Ruler.
I rather think that it was the beginning of the Flood (he said curtly)! 