Amongst the pigeons we have several other enemies here in Mantes. There are the thugs. And then there is our GPS.
The GPS’s name is Jezzebel. She’s evil. She always tries to lead us down the wrong roads, or down one way roads or can’t find an address. And she has a funny robot voice.
As for the thugs, they like causing anyone who has the name JESUS CHRIST pinned to their shirt trouble.
We decided to pass by quickly in the worst part of our area. We were going to be in there quick and we were. But not quick enough. We left the building that we were in and walked to our car to find that the driver’s window had been broken open with a rock.
Poor Oprah the Silver Fox (that’s the name of the car).
They took Jezzebel, even though we hid her. They knew she was there.
So we were looking around when these two guys across the street said, “Is this your car?”
“Yup. Did you see it happen?”
“Yeah,” they said. “Some guy broke in! A man tried to stop him but he got away and the man starting chasing after him. But he already called the police, they should be coming. They probably got your car because of the license plate. You’re from out of town!”
“Yeah, but we live here,” I said.
He had a worried look on his face. I pulled out the phone to call the mission office.
“Well, we’re leaving,” said one of the guy as he got into his big white van. “Good luck!”
He drove away.
We started cleaning up the window pieces when this old Muslim man came up to us. He was out of breath and you could tell he was distressed.
“Is this your car?!” he asked.
“Yup,” said Elder Andrus.
“Two guys got in and took something and I tried to stop them! I held onto them but they were too strong for me!” And he walked away looking very defeated. Poor old guy.
We went back to the apartment, called the office, setup an appointment to fix the window, bought a Jezzebel the Second and so and and so forth. It basically ruined the whole day. We were bummed so we bought some pizza and ice cream to cheer us up.
On the way back from the store, a big van pulled up next to us. The driver was one of the two guys we saw earlier. He had a freaked out look on his face, but I didn’t notice it or even pay much attention to it.
That night as we were getting ready for bed, it all hit me.
THE TWO GUYS IN THE VAN WERE THE THIEVES!! The old man never called the cops. They just didn’t want us to. They also said there was one thief. The old guy said two. The guy got super nervous when I said we lived there. He thought he’d never see us again. That’s why he was surprised when we were next to him on the road later that day. He peaced out the second I got the phone out.
That’s Mantes for you.
On the up side, this week has been one of the better weeks I’ve had in a long time. We were blessed to find two new investigators and teach a couple of new people along the way. We hope things will continue to get better.
Until then, we’ve got our eyes peeled.
Oprah will be avenged.
Elder Saul Marquez