Busted

[pellegrino]

I would have just responded and said, "In ours we don't have to be home and in bed until 10:30."

but DDD, you always have the perfect comeback.

[The Fourth Nephite]

Speaking of busted missionaries...

Several years ago when I lived in Washington I busted the missionaries in the parking lot of our little shopping village/grocery store thingee. There were about 10 of them all crammed into their little car.

So I called them the next day and told them I was Brother Jones and that I was one of the guys that maintain the mission cars. I told them a member had seen them abusing their car and called the MP and that the MP had decided to revoke their car privileges for the remainder of their missions.

I told them to clean it out and wash it and that I'd be at their apartment the next day at noon to pick it up. They totally bought it and were totally bummed.

Good times.

[The Fourth Nephite]

Hey!

Accidental redundant post - Please delete.

[Tim]

I would have just responded and said, "In ours we don't have to be home and in bed until 10:30."

We didn't have to be home until 10, in bed by 11.

[Clark Addison]

We didn't have to be home until 10, in bed by 11.

We had to be home at 9:30, but in order to be extra righteous, and not make the same mistake as the Elders in the OP, I would usually come in at 7:00 just to be safe.

[Eddie]

The sisters in my zone were teaching a family that wanted to be baptized. One of the sisters was going home at the end of the week, the family wanted to be baptized before she left, and unfortunately they weren't married.

(Pretty common in central america - at least it seemed pretty common among the those that were less fortunate financially.)

Anyway - to make the marriage happen, we needed to get a birth certificate for them. Unfortunately one of them was born in a city that was in another mission and half way across the country.

The mission president was out of town, the AP's were nice enough but weren't going to help us with the president gone, so one of the other missionaries and I took off on a day-long bus tour. We left at around 5am and got home sometime around midnight or 1am that night or the next morning.

As we were headed back but still in the other mission, we noticed some elders from the other mission waiting at one of the bus stops along the way. They got on, walked right up to us, and then as I was sitting on the aisle one of them quickly reached out and snatched my name tag and got the "you are so busted" smirky look on his face. Apparently they were the AP's of the other mission and figured they had busted someone from their own mission.

I asked him what his problem was and if I could have my name tag back - when he looked at it he could see we were from the other mission. We told them who we were and what we were doing, and he got a real disappointed look on his face and handed it back.

Not sure what the president would've done had they ever actually called to see if we had his permission to be there, but that was potentially one of my bigger busted moments, I suppose.

I had to refrain from punching him in the mouth when he grabbed my name tag because I knew doing that would drastically increase the chances of them talking to the pres.

[wuapinmon]

I left my zone one time to go see someone in an old area who owed me some money. While I was there, the APs showed up, by coincidence.....or was it?

[KillerDog]

The sisters in my zone were teaching a family that wanted to be baptized. One of the sisters was going home at the end of the week, the family wanted to be baptized before she left, and unfortunately they weren't married.

(Pretty common in central america - at least it seemed pretty common among the those that were less fortunate financially.)

Anyway - to make the marriage happen, we needed to get a birth certificate for them. Unfortunately one of them was born in a city that was in another mission and half way across the country.

The mission president was out of town, the AP's were nice enough but weren't going to help us with the president gone, so one of the other missionaries and I took off on a day-long bus tour. We left at around 5am and got home sometime around midnight or 1am that night or the next morning.

As we were headed back but still in the other mission, we noticed some elders from the other mission waiting at one of the bus stops along the way. They got on, walked right up to us, and then as I was sitting on the aisle one of them quickly reached out and snatched my name tag and got the "you are so busted" smirky look on his face. Apparently they were the AP's of the other mission and figured they had busted someone from their own mission.

I asked him what his problem was and if I could have my name tag back - when he looked at it he could see we were from the other mission. We told them who we were and what we were doing, and he got a real disappointed look on his face and handed it back.

Not sure what the president would've done had they ever actually called to see if we had his permission to be there, but that was potentially one of my bigger busted moments, I suppose.

I had to refrain from punching him in the mouth when he grabbed my name tag because I knew doing that would drastically increase the chances of them talking to the pres.

Your story is very noble. My companion and I decided to take a flight on P-day to LA, get our picture taken at LAX and then fly back. It was a killer mission picture. Some polynesian elders found it and decided to one up us. They drove to Provo and got their picture taken at the cougar in front of LES (Cougar Stadium at the time). President was waiting for them when they got back. He tried to send them home but Salt Lake said no. They then tried to rat us out. Good times...

[snowcat]

The one and only time I went out late on my mission was New Year's Eve 1998. The environment in the middle of the city (Fulda, Germany) was probably better than the apartment house where we lived. First, there was a beer vending machine right outside our door. Second, there was the alcoholic Russian who constantly played Pink Floyd or Led Zeppelin who partook from the beer machine numerous times everyt day. Third, one of the drunks upstairs was blasting AC/DC Back in Black on repeat that evening. We decided what the hell, let's just walk into the middle of the city.

We went home everyday for "mediodia". I had one apartment with a very noisy couple with a very squeeky bed in the aprtment above us. It was a bit distracting.

[byu71]

I remember one great New Year's eve. The Stake President had two good looking daughters, Sr and Soph. He invited us over quite often and was a real cool guy. Elders in the Zone loved trades if they were the Elder who got to work with my companion.

Well, some of their friends were there one evening we were invited over for dinner. These smart ass HS kids started giving us crap (good natured). One thing lead to another and a 6 on 6 football game was arranged New Years eve. It snowed like crazy that night, so helped the slower more disciplined team. We killed them. I am sure my mission President wouldn't have thought a new years eve outing trying to impress HS girls was appropriate, but what the heck I really thought the spirit was directing me. Winning just confirmed my belief.

[Eddie]

Your story is very noble.

Noble? Sure. But I have to admit that there was some appeal to taking a day trip to a town in another mission with a famous Catholic cathedral to visit. I'll admit to not necessarily running straight to the government office and back to just get the fe de edad.

On another ocasion we took a trip to the other end of the country - and also another mission - doing the same thing. I don't recall having the same time constraints, but we were making an effort to help this couple get away from living in sin.

As it was, I ended up hitting all three missions within the country at one time or another.

BYU71 - in one little town we taught the parents of one of the kids on the city's basketball team. They were pretty proud of how good they were and we ended up scheduling a game at their outdoor court one Monday night as a fitting end to p-day. We kicked their trash all over playing with 4 of us from the US, one local, and no subs. I'm sure if we had gotten into a game of soccer they would've won - but don't challenge the Americanos to a game of basketball...

[bball3212]

That right there is the hilarious thing about missionary service in the LDS church. "Maybe you shouldn't have been out at the DQ at 10:15 flirting with the girls behind the counter." Does anyone honestly believe we need to snub in the 19 and 20 year old young men who are doing this? The whole thing of mission rules and the "bad" missionary actions are funny. I remember the look on my zone leader's face when he came over and found us watching March Madness on a TV I bought at a swap meet. You would have thought he had walked in on a gang bang or a drug cartel.

So, is obedience important? Are the mission rules only important when we think they are? Or are the prophets actually called of God?

Just wondering.

Edit: check your TIC meter.

[DU Ute]

So, is obedience important? Are the mission rules only important when we think they are? Or are the prophets actually called of God?

Just wondering.

Welcome to the board, you're off to a great start!

[Art Vandelay]

Interesting this has almost turned into the MTC rite of passage many missionaries participate in "top that sin". Where each Elder tells stories (likely in many cases tall tales) of his younger wilder days.

It isn't my place to say if breaking a mission rule is equivalent to sinning or not, but this thread definitely has a deja vu feel.

[bball3212]

Welcome to the board, you're off to a great start!

Thats weird...in the post, I only saw the eyes rolling, but when I went to reply, I see the actual text of the message. Hm.

Anyways, I was trying to play the part of the AP...did it work?