I used to work in an office directly above the offices for a Mormon mission.
That was pretty nice. They had a lot of missionaries, but they all just assumed that someone else had already tried to convert me so they didn't try. Instead, we talked about other things. They were just ordinary people.
Riding around on bicycle in white shirts and black pants made them look like dorks. They knew that but accepted it since a couple of years of being a missionary and their college tuition at Brigham Young was paid for by the church.
I never saw the girls on bicycles. The mission bought a lot of small cars and I think that was for the girls to drive.
I would have hated their schedule, though. If I remember correctly, their only free time was Monday afternoons from noon to six pm.
One thing that was interesting was that something like two or three times a week, they would make pancakes in their office (at least, they smelled like pancakes). I was tempted to go down and ask if I could contribute to their pancake supply fund in exchange for pancakes.