"Well, today was a P-day. We went to Embu whih was a big outdoor market. It was a lot of fun. They had lots of cool shops. I bought a little marble armadillo for 8 reais, a Brazil jersey with Ronaldo's number on the back and a little ring. Then when we got back we went out on the streets and a man started talking to me and my roommates. I couldn't understand what he was saying but he seemed friendly and he kept putting his hand on my shoulder. He seemed nice and so I asked him if he knew anything about the Book of Mormon cuz he was talkin to us about religion and then in English he started sayin F-you. He was talking and looking at me the whole time. Then I bought a little ball for 1 real and people started talking to me. I talked to one guy about soccer and gave him one of the proselyting cards. That made me feel better. Then I talked to two other guys about soccer. Then we were walkin past this bar and this old guy came up to me and asked if he could have my ball and I gave it to him and he rubbed it on his face and walked into the bar. It was the same place where that other old dude yelled at us and grabbed his balls. The old people here don't like us."
I remember this day very well. It was kind of a traumatic experience for a few of the Elders in our group. The 1st guy started talking to a different elder in our district but I stepped in a bit cuz I felt like I know the language. So he's talkin to us for a few minutes and then all of a sudden he starts saying F-you but he was actually saying the real word. At that point some of the elders in my district stepped up and started telling the guy No. All they really know how to say was no but I appreciated them speaking up.
The second old guy had no shirt on and was soo drunk. He really just caught me off guard. And next thing ya know he had my ball. Some of the Elders were tellin me that I really had a rough day that day. It really didn't affect me much other than I was learning to stay away from that bar.
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