A few weeks ago my roommate received her mission call. By that Thursday afternoon, her call had still not come in the mail and she had to leave to catch a plane to go home. She had planned on flying home to open her call with her family but had to left empty-handed. She flew home in anger and confusion, wondering why her call hadn't come yet. Friday afternoon, the call came. Being the amazing people that we are, a few of us decided to help her out. One friend went to the mail room to pick up the oversized envelope and delivered it to me and another roommate after we had gotten out of class. At that point, it was 5:00 and FedEx was supposed to close at 5:30. Thirty minutes to get the call to FedEx and overnight it to my roommate. No problem right? Wrong. Neither I or the other roommate have a car. 5:00 on a Friday is a really bad time to find a ride since everyone is already gone and enjoying their weekend. After frantic searching, calling, and knocking on doors, a girl in our ward in the possession of a vehicle was home and willing to drive us. In our haste to arrive at FedEx on time, we went to the wrong place and lost even more time. Finally, arriving at 5:20, we pulled into the FedEx parking lot. $50, a hectic search for a ride and only twenty minutes later, our task was done and the bulky envelope was mailed. The next day, I listened as my ecstatic roommate opened her call in front of her family and close friends. But to where you ask? I'll tell you. FINLAND!! And so it is, a happy ending to an almost tragic story.
And of course we had to take pictures with the prized envelope before mailing it, just to further torment my already antsy roommate
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