We got the cops called on us this week. Oh, the joys of being a missionary. (: We were tracting this apartment complex, and we knocked on this one door, and this woman kept threatening us, saying she was going to call the cops, that this was private property, she was going to sic her dog on us, ect ect. We were trying to politely leave, but she kept swearing at us, so we finally just left, her screaming at us the whole way. So we knocked doors on the other side of the building, and we hear a deep voice say, "Police," and we see a cop car in the parking lot. Then we hear this lady talking about two girl missionaries that knocked on her door.
We got out of there real fast. It also was looking like a purely white and Russian apartment complex, anyway, and therefore, not a good use of time for Spanish missionaries.
The Thursday before transfers is leadership calls. I've never gotten a leadership call before, not even for a companion, so I was super surprised with the district leader called. Hermana Simental is training! So that means I'm either being transferred, or we're three pack training. Or Hermana Simental will white wash train, but that's not very likely. We're still waiting on the transfer call, so I'll let you know as soon as I know. (:
We've decided not to tell the other missionaries that she's training, because they're all chismosos and we're tired of that. (: So they're all making transfer predictions, and they're all completely off. (:
... Well, that's pretty much it. Love you all!
Hermana Miller
P.S. I filled my first memory card on my camara! :D
We just got the text. I'm being transferred. I wonder where I'm going? I've been in all but two of the Spanish areas, so we'll see.
P-day antics in Everett.
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