Saturday, March 24, 2012
Unfortunately our opposition was just to begin. When we got to the car and opened the door, we were greeted with a terrible smell. Upon examination we located a bottle of chocolate milk we had left in the jockey box. In the heat it had burst and sour milk had spilled. Sister Peterson cleaned it up as good as she could.
After unlocking the car for the second load of luggage and getting it loaded, I went to put the keys in the ignition and couldn't find them. Searching my pockets and everywhere we had been, we couldn't find the keys. I finally had to get out the extra set I had packed. I was extremely frustrated. Sister Peterson handled it well and never blurted out, "what is the matter with you?"