Last Sunday evening my home teaching companion and I went to visit a feller that we haven't been able to get a hold of. The number we have on record is for a drug rehab facility - always a good sign. When we stopped by there were about 5 newspapers on the driveway and all the lights in the house were off. We picked up the newspapers and headed to the front door. That's when we noticed the screen for the window next to the door was on the ground and the window was smashed in. Yes, I admit it, I was a little excited to call the cops (I didn't think anything was actually wrong - just the ordinary burglary while someone was on vacation). One cop comes and as soon as he gets out of his car he grabs an AR-15 (at least that's what my companion said it was), loads it, and straps it across his chest. At that moment I was trying to figure out how to tell Tatum that I was joining the police force.
He asked us a few questions and called for backup. When backup arrived they went inside to check the place out. I was waiting to hear gun shots but the burglar was long gone.
When they came back out they asked us about the guy we were trying to visit. They looked him up in their system and said that they didn't think he lived there anymore. They gave us another phone number for him since the one we had was bad. We called the number and to make a long story short, he is coming to church and is getting the priesthood in a couple of Sundays. Alright, Alright - that last part was a lie. The phone number they gave us was just another bad number.
Next week my companion and I will be hitting the Hassell's house in hopes of scoring a new plasma TV.
