(every so often, i like to grab my tray and stand up suddenly in the cafeteria at work, and yell "food fight!" just in case)
toothpastefordinner.com - I love this site.
Can you imagine me doing this in the MTC? I wonder if I could get all the elders to seriously have a food fight. I bet I could get a few... maybe a third. But I shouldn't say that particular fraction because it draws too many undesireable parallels. So maybe a fourth, quise decir.
Tuesday at the MTC I was cleaning the glass doors at the front of 1M where the welcome desk is. At about 10:00pm, two early-arrival elders from some Spanish-speaking country went to the front desk and asked the sister working there if she spoke Spanish. She didn't, and went to go ask the other guy working there. I knew he didn't, so I went and offered my (imperfect) services as a translator, because there was no one else around. Turns out the one companion was suuuper sick, so I got to ask him what kind of pain he had and where, and tell the sister everything he said. Then I asked him to sit down and told him that someone was coming, and to keep a little trash can with him because he was feeling nauseous, and where the bathroom was, etc. It was cool for me, but way sucky for him. I think he had appendicitis, poor guy.

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