First email:
Thank you so much Lex. That means a lot, as things always do coming from you. I hope that, when I return from the mission, I can show you the love I have always felt for you through my more "personable" self! Love you so much sis.
-Elder Hatch
Second email:
So my companion and I needed to get haircuts really bad (I looked like toad from "mario" with all of my fluffy hair), The only nearby place to get our hair cut was Great Clips. This was definitely not an option, as my companion said that he would rather have a monkey cut his hair than for us to go there. So we look on the GPS to try to find another place nearby. The only place still in business was called "X-Quisite Cutz". As we drive up to park at our destination, my companion says, "Watch, this is totally going to be a haircut place for blacks only." I then said, "What? That's way racist!" He then said, "The way they spell it, I guarantee you it is." I then said, "No way! That is not good to say. Let's go in." Sure enough, as we walk in, the whole place is filled with black barbers and customers. They all stare at us "white guys" in our suits for a while. There are certain political posters, which I can't talk about as a missionary, strewn up all over the wall. There was a black version of looney tunes on the t.v., where they were talking about Wesley Snipes and 2-Pac. Anyways, it was hilarious. We sat down, and I almost said nothing for the entire time to my barber. The one thing I did say was, "How long have you been cutting hair?" He then said in a loud voice with plenty of attitude, "Boy, how long have you been ALIVE?" I said, "19 years". He then said, "I've been working at the barber since before you were in the womb fool!".... I didn't talk to him much after that. It was 20 dollars, but it was one of the best haircuts I've ever had.
-Elder Hatch
