*I called 911 (technically 112) for the first time in my life and it
was in GERMAN
*I had my cheek caressed by a drunk woman
*I went to the American Commissary (the grocery store on the American
Base) for the first time and it was like shopping at Macey's or
Wal-Mart...I forgot for a second that I was in Germany!
So Sister Hadfield and I have this thing where at appointments I drink
all of the stuff that she doesn't like and she eats the gluten things
for me...I think I got the short end of the stick this week when she
got to eat delicious pasta Ablauf and I got to chug two glasses of
stone cold chamomile tea...ungerecht...oh well.:)
The other day we were doing a Go-by on someone who used to be
interested in the church, but had lost contact with the missionaries.
We found her name in the area book and decided to pay her a visit.
We found her apartment pretty quickly and one short glance at the door
made it clear that she no longer lived there. Sister Hadfield felt
like we needed to ring the doorbells at this apartment anyways.
I told her that we would do every other one.
I did the first one...
No one answered
Hehehehe
Then she klingeled and it didn't seem like anyone was going to answer,
but then all of a sudden, this gruff voice answers.
Sister H stares at me for a second and I motion at the door. Then like
a champ, she starts in and introduces us as missionaries. She barely
finished the introductions when there was a loud
"GAH!" From the speaker and he hung up. As we walked away, Sister H asked
"Sister Roderer, what does "gah" mean?"
I was like
"Erm...you know it's an expression...of disgust. It's not just a German word."
We laughed. Disgust is apparently universal.
We walked for like a block and then she turns to me and is like
"I think we need to go back and ring the other apartments"
...
So we did.
I klingel and the person in the other side buzzes us in without saying anything.
Not having ANY idea which floor this person lives on, we run in and
start checking all of the apartment doors, looking for a name or some
sign that someone is expecting visitors. (Usually they will open their
doors slightly after they have buzzed someone in, so that is always a
good indicator).
FOUR stories later we arrive on the landing of a lady with the door
open, with all the grace of a pack of Rhinos.
I begin
Hallo *inhale*
Wir sind*inhale*
die Missionarin von *ihale*
dirKircheJesuChristiderHeilige
She stared at us blankly for a minute
"I was expecting someone else, I don't have any time. Goodbye."
So we truck it back down the stairs back to the door to try the other
doorbells. Once we get outside, we are about to pick the next
doorbell, when we notice this guy staring at us. He obviously wants to
get into the apartment that we are in front of. We try to tell him
that he can go ahead, but he just looked at us with this funny smile
his face. Long story short, he flat out asked for a Book of Mormon
without any introduction from us. His mother tongue is also Polish,
and I "happened" to have one in Polish in my bag.
Miracles are legit, my dears.
Also, I am a wonderful trainer. Please see the following photo for details.
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