Bordeaux Mission
She laughed. "Of course not! We're not giving you guys a referral! We have few enough friends as it is! I was just curious as to whether that would affect the rule." Now Elder Beaverton was starting to look annoyed.
"Just take your name-tags off," suggested the first girl. "Plenty of guys wear suits and ties around here. Without the name-tags you'll blend right in and there won't be any danger of giving the church a bad name."
"Yeah, don't they teach you dorks anything in the MTC these days?" asked the short girl.
"I think it would still technically be against mission rules," I said. I found myself half-hoping they'd find a way to talk us into it since sitting in a café chatting with some girls from my home town was sure to be more fun than street-contacting.
"Look," said the first girl pointing to her two friends, "these two are 'inactive' members. You don't want to pass up your opportunity to use your magical missionary powers to fellowship them, do you?"
Then the tall girl smiled and said "And Tanya's a non-member who actually wants to talk to you, so that makes her like a 'golden contact' or something, doesn't it?"
"I don't think these girls are very respectful to the church," said Elder Beaverton. At that the short girl laughed.
I was kind of thinking the same thing, but on some level it seemed like that was part of their appeal. It would be nice to have a good excuse to take a break from being "Elder Hobbs" for a little while and have a conversation in English with some Americans other than missionaries. And if we managed to slip in a few points from the discussions we could probably count this as work in our weekly stats...
"Let's sit down over here," I said, walking towards the nearest café.
"I can't wait to call Jared and tell him we found you!" said Tanya.
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