When you've been in a
ward for 6 months, you get to know the members pretty well. And they
get to know you pretty well, too well perhaps. Now I've learned a lot
of things as a missionary. Grown a lot, learned discipline in many ways
I lacked. But one thing lives on.
The infamous ability to lose/forget things.
Our ward mission
leader, after returning my white handbook which was left in his car for
two weeks, looked at me thoughtfully and mused, "You do forget a lot of
things don't you Sister Gish?"
Well
maybe. I do leave my proselyting Book of Mormon at a member's home at
least once a week. They've stopped asking who it belongs to, they just
text me, "Sister Gish, your Book of Mormon is here."
("Ah thank you, Graham. Thank you, scheeze.")
And
on Saturday I managed to lock us out of the apartment. Sister Toly had
a proper freak out, rightfully so. I always grab the keys. I ALWAYS
GRAB THE KEYS. Except this once, when I also left my planner, bus
pass, and the list of names/streets we were going to be stopping by the
entire afternoon.
Judge, Judge, Judge. Go ahead. I can hear the sound of it all the way over here in Wales and I don't even mind.
Luckily
the landlord's office is close by and they have a spare set of keys. The lady also said, "Oh, YOU again" which is quite unfair really because
I swear this hasn't happened while I've been here. Let's blame the Elders that were in the flat 9 months ago.
I'm
also earning a rep as a cheeky missionary. Last week I was on
exchange and all I wanted all day was to just have some chocolate. I
was craving like a pregnant woman. (At least that's how I hear they
are...Lizzie?.. care to expound?)
So when we went by a less active's
house and she HAD chocolate sitting out on the table but went the entire
lesson without offering us any... of COURSE i was going to comment and
asked if it was all left over from Halloween. "Oh no you don't have to
offer me any...really, I was just wondering! No children came by? Shame. Oh well, I suppose if you really want me to...."
And
then I stole the Elders tea appointment. Because the family
preparing them tea wasn't home, just the mom, and they're not allowed to
go in without another adult of their gender, so she called me to get
their phone number so she could cancel with them. And, seeing the
opportunity, I asked, "Does that mean you want the sisters to come
instead?" And true to British style she responded rather nonchalantly,
"Well you can do." So we did.
But
sometimes a rep is a good thing, at least when you get treats dropped
off at your doorstep and they know you well enough to personalize your
juice boxes. (thank you "Ginger Giant" and "Secret Ninja" I know ONE of
you reads this blog.)
I love how well you know me. I definitely got the better juice box.
('m making my best alien face, if you can't tell. we look alike don't
you think?)
(ps as if to cement my earlier statements, I just realized i left my
memory card/USB stick in the computer i used a half hour ago.)
