MAY THE 4TH BE WITH YOU ππ
So there we were, running to the bus station with just minutes to spare... I don't know how, but every good email has to start with running... I'm running out of other ideas... but anyways, back to the running... We had gotten all of our things ready and bags packed for the mission leader conference, but right when we needed Uber the most, nobody in all of Castanhal was accepting... why? Mutiny... So then Elder Babcock, panicked, stands up and says we've got to GO! How? I asked. The trail to the bus station was 30 minutes, and the bus was gonna leave in 15! But with the combined power of determination, swimmer's lungs & broken-in Allen Edmonds, we managed to make it there in 15 minutes... We got to the ticket booth, sweaty and out of breath, and to make things worse the ticket guy said that the bus we needed had just left! My hope was already out the window, but Elder Babcock, with that crazed maniac look in his eyes I know so well, went "let's catch i...