Attention Mexico City, the Eagle Scout Has Landed.

We got an email from our missionary yesterday. A few highlights:

• Only one roach in his apartment (so far). When they tried to get it, it got away down the sink drain.
  


• He's seen some drug deals and the police are very casual about giving tickets. They would rather be bribed.
  


• They went up a street and a dog chased them and went for him, so he kicked it in the face. Dog was quiet when they walked back by later on.
  


• He and some elders played soccer with some guys for a while, which was fun. But some kids stole three of their backpacks. One elder lost a camera and some $. He was able to buy an "identical" camera at a shop for $8 the next day.
  


• He bore his testimony in church, basically saying I can't understand very much, but I'm here because I know the gospel is true and I want to share it.
  


• They found a guy who wanted to learn more about God, but he has some lifestyle issues that would be a roadblock.
  


• His comp baptized a man who had an evil spirit, which tried to get out right after the baptism. Very exciting and scary. He said all is well now.
  


• They've been sworn at in English and Spanish. They smile and say thank you.
  


• He said the food is good so far. He has tried pig intestines.
  


• The shower stopped working so they started heating water on the stove. Way to go, boys.

He seemed fairly optimistic about everything. We hope that his second week dulls down a bit.

Best Job Ever

I heard a discussion on the radio recently about "the worst job ever." And it made me flash back to the summer of 1988 (I believe) when I did an assortment of temp jobs, including one and only one day at a meatpacking plant with bologna fat under my fingernails.

That led me to muse, "What would be the best job ever?" When asked for my "dream job" 15-20 years ago at a church mingler, I answered, "an ice cream taster." This would still be fun but would not be conducive to weighing less than 400 lbs.

I think it might be really cool to work at Sam's Club as the person who writes on your receipt with a highlighter as you leave the store. I think I have the skills necessary. I could even provide my own yellow or blue marker.

I also think it would be fun to be a movie critic. But I wouldn't want to see all the slasher movies or the skin flicks and other dumbness. So I would probably only critique 6 movies a year. Can't make a living doing that.

Maybe I could get paid to watch NFL games and blog about them. I really would enjoy that for a season. Here's hoping there is a season this fall...

I don't really want to move to Hawaii or some other exotic place for a job, no matter how cool. And I'm not that much into travel.

I don't mind getting myself dirty, as long as I'm not covered in manure or tar. But somehow I don't think the best job ever requires you to bathe extra.

With a few years still to go on the mortgage, I better stick to my current job. It may not be the best ever, but it's pretty good!