Betrayal
Well, I got the news about if I’m staying or not, and I am. Elder Weese is leaving to go to a place called Wagoner, which is pretty sad. I’m getting a guy named Elder Anderson.
I don’t know exactly what happened this week, but I’ll check.
Well for starters, we actually got some real SNOW down here, which was awesome! Sadly, it was “so bad” that we couldn’t go out on the roads. So we ended up not getting to do much that day. Recently though, Elder Weese and I have been using the pool table our apartment has at “The Clubhouse.” And through sheer dumb luck, I have managed to send his mind into a carnal rage over a dozen times.
We also did morning sports, where we get together with some other missionary lads and go play sports for our morning exercise time. One game we played with Elder Manning and Elder Tannehill is called “Chair Soccer.” You set up a chair, and if someone kicks the ball into your chair, you’re out. That’s the basic rules of the game, and we were playing with the two of them, having a groovy time. Then, Elder Weese and Elder Tannehill ended up teaming up, as they tried to take out Elder Manning. As they passed it back and forth, trying to get past Elder Manning and hit his chair, Elder Weese did what all foolish white boys do: Trusted Elder Tannehill. Elder Weese passes it to Elder Tannehill, expecting him to shoot and go for the kill on Elder Manning, but instead, Elder Tannehill takes the ball, turns, and starts for Elder Weese’s chair. The entire way there, Elder Weese cries out in anguish, “Wait, wait… What are you DOING!?!? ELDER TANNEHILL!!!! I THOUGHT WE WERE WORKING TOGETHER!!!!!” But nothing could stop him now. Like a tender mother’s kiss, he tapped the soccer ball onto Elder Weese’s chair. It broke Elder Weese. He stood there with no expression on his face as his mind shattered like a glass vase. For about 10 seconds, nothing was said, everyone else chuckling about the whole event while Elder Weese walked the trail of tears towards his chair. After he sat down for a bit, he kept asking Elder Tannehill why he betrayed him like that.
Some brief highlights:
- Went to this really ghetto gas station run by this Aramic guy
- Nearly broke a light with a pool cue
Unfortunately, this week has been pretty slow. Wednesday I’ll be going up and getting Elder Anderson, so you guys will get to hear about him next week. Let’s hope some crazy stuff happens that I can write about next time.
Thanks to those that read these slow emails that are boring, you guys are the real ones. We’ll have more next week.
Over and Out
