This week I have had to make several different trips to Wal-mart, which gets very annoying. I know what youre thinking, Elder Gardner, you cant go to the store when its not Monday! True, unless its for my bike. SO lets back up a bit. My bike came with a headlight. They all do. On the first day the headlight was already on the bike, and a little box with the charger was hanging down off of it. Well on the way to my new first area the box flew off and I was left charger-less. This week my light finally died. We cannot bike if we dont have a headlight. SO we went to the store to buy a light, couldnt get it open, returned it and got another one, and then had to go back a third time that night because batteries are not included. Later in the week we were about to start riding our bikes to go knock on some doors or something, when suddenly my back tire burst on a curb. SO we had to make another trip to Wal-mart (number 5 at this point, because of the light fiasco and of course the normal monday grocery trip) to get a new inner tube. BUT we got the wrong size. SO we went back again to get the correct size. Now we jump to Friday, when we were biking to go knock on doors or something when we passed a lady who said help me Im lost. And no, not spiritually lost looking for guidance like I thought at first as well, this lady was literally lost. Her name is Elizabeth, shes 52, and lives with her mom. She cant drive, so a friend dropped her off at the much-visited Wal-mart, and Elizabeth thought she could get herself home. She couldnt. We found her in front of Home Depot, which is about half a mile away from Wally World, yet she said she had been lost for about 4 hours. SO we parked our bikes and walked with her another 1/4 of a mile to starbucks, where we could get some wi-fi and check good old google maps to find where she lives. She lives half way across town. BUT we walked her home anyway. For the next 2 hours we listened to her pretty much repeat the same 3 things: How she couldnt believe she was so lost, how her mothers going to react once she gets home, and how shes from Philadelphia. Did I forget to mention that? Oh yes, her accent was a real treat. Anyway, she also kept going off about how she usually never goes to Wal-mart, rather a gas station by her moms house literally called The Store. SO after those 2 hours of hearing about that stoopid stowah as she called it, naturally Elder Leishman and I stopped by on the long walk back to grab a snack and refresh ourselves. SO that is why the title is the way it is. I love you all and hope it doesnt rain as much where you are as it does where I am. -Elder Matthew Gardner
Posted on: Sat, 15 Feb 2014 19:34:07 +0000