I had to visit my doctor in Wasilla two weeks ago to have blood drawn and analyzed. So, we volunteered to check on some missionary apartments for Elder and Sister Palmer while we were there. We had a fun time trying to find all the apartments. It was even funner going into the apartments the day before the missionaries were told the inspections would occur. Only one of the places was truly fit. The others were best described with a disgusting "OINK!"
Here, see what I mean.
bed: unmade, sleeping on the mattress.
Sleeping on the floor, instead of the bed frame.
All of the missionaries were instructed to bring sheets.
The closet of a 12 year old...
Junk left behind from eating.
I'm afraid to guess what was in this sink.
No place to sit except on the bench for pressing.
The shoe garden
A closer look at the couch.
The front closet.
Another pair of elders...
sleeping on the mattresses.
No clothes on the hangers...
but all over the FLOOR.
Another bed on the floor.
Oink!
The bathroom was a bit messy...
and the toilet hasn't been cleaned in a while. (Eeewww!)
A mattress and bed frame in the kitchen???
Kitchen a la Conan the Barbarian...
So, how long has the garbage been collecting?
What! Dishes in the sink???
Suit cases and clothes all over the place.
Another shot of the bed in the kitchen.
Perhaps the only plus in this apartment. The shoes
were either in or somewhere near the shelf.
Methinks that many of these elders weren't trained well at home. Either that, or perhaps their apartments are a reflection of their homes. But, one thing I know, I never had a pig pen apartment on my mission. We kept our apartments clean and presentable.
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