The worst, in my opinion, are the freaks who hand out Chick Tracts.
Let me tell you, nothing says "Christ Loves You" like a comic that depicts EVERYTHING you do in life as a horrible, filthy sin.
Dungeons And Dragons? An occult game that will make you commit suicide or cast satanic spells on other people! (No, seriously.)
When I was young (90's) I got to overhear a religious granny decry RPG games in general because you are "controlling a person's every move and only God should play God."
I wanted to go up to her and say, "I beg your pardon ma'am, but you see this Final Fantasy VII game? It's a GAME! I'm not controlling people, I'm pushing buttons and making the pixels respond." The fact that I could tell the difference between reality and fantasy more than she could was rather telling.
I won't tell HER that I cry over the death of a certain character every time. (WTF! PHOENIX DOWN! PHOENIX DOWN ALREADY! People get mauled by monsters, and Phoenix Down is totally cool but one damn sword through the gut and...*rant rant rant*) Or that I still get pissed off at a certain point... ( ... Wait he's still stone?! We have Softs in the culture so predominantly that they're a cheap ass buy, and NOBODY used a fucking Soft on him?! *rant rant rant*) Oooorrrrr that I get as much satisfaction Knights Of The Rounding Sephiroth into dust for the umpteenth time as I did the first. (I'm going to rip that one wing off your back and shove it so freaking far up your ass that... *rant rant rant*)
Then there's the gloriously uplifting story of a girl who is forced to panhandle by her father, gets beaten and thrown out in the rain, and then DIES IN AN ALLEY! Oh but there's a "happy ending" to this: her eternal soul is lifted to heaven by an angel because a wind blown pamphlet told her that "Somebody loves you."
Because, you know, God would never intervene while you are alive or try to alleviate your suffering under the abuse of your parent. He waits until you die from blood loss or hypothermia in an alley. Way to share your message there, Religious Freak.
Halloween? Halloween is a day full of witchcraft, animal sacrifice and other dark deeds perpetuated by those who wish to commit acts worthy of Lucifer himself. Yeesss, give me treats or Satan will consume your soul! Rawr and stuff!
I've had these things get handed to me at the registers. I've found them by pay phones, on peg boards, and in the fucking bathrooms. I pulled several out of the Yoga section at Horders. Pamphlet paraphrase; "damn dirty Eastern Hinduism anyway!" I've watched our Cafe people swear prolifically (and without repeating themselves) for five straight minutes over tracts stuffed in their tip jars.
Interesting fact: the managers will write you up if you if you swear in front of customers, but look the other way if you are swearing while pulling a tract out of the tip jar. I contemplated tipping them for creative swearing at times. The best ones made use of alliteration without stumbling.
One coworker actually had to sweep the store for these, it got so bad. If he found one, you could always tell. He would burst out with the loudest laughter and come out into the open. He would make a public show of ripping them to pieces and call to me to bring him a garbage can.
The people who scowled and slunk off were the perpetrators, and for reasons unknown, they would come back another day in the hopes that this time they wouldn't be caught. Never mind that we knew their faces and would sweep the store in their footsteps.