What a week. So the other day, my comp and I were riding bikes back to our apartment at about 4 pm. I'm on an old, at least 2 year old bike, that I got from a missionary who went home 2 weeks ago. The back brakes don't work, the gears slip, and the whole bike creaks and groans when I peddle. It's a piece of junk, but it was free, so I kept it.
My comp bought his bike brand new here about a month ago. He likes to play a game where he swerves really close to me, while I can't do anything back without my bike falling apart. On one occasion, he got within about an inch of me, so I got the bright idea to grab his handle bars and shake them. It worked, but all too well. He lost control, and I did too. We both ended up on the asphault. I went between the bikes and cut up my thumb either on the road or when it got caught in his spokes - I'm not sure which. I was pretty excited to have my first wreck on my mission, but what made it all the better was that there was this guy with a leaf blower across the street that saw the whole thing. He was laughing his head off! I would be too, I guess.
Some questions to be anwered from my little future missionary cousins, David and Jonathan Jensen:
David: How old are you?
-20 years old
Jonathan: Are you having a good time on your mission?
Jonathan: What do you like to eat?
-Whatever is put in front of me. Right now I'm in the mood for waffles.
I'm happy, being well-fed, and dreading the day my metabolism slows down. Later!
P.S. Missionary piece of knowledge: Shout stain remover gets blood out of a white shirt really well.