When I was 10, the Memorial was coming up and we had to pass out little pamphlets inviting people to it. I was nervous, but at my mother's prodding, walked up to the next house. A man was under his car working and I nervously approached him. I was supposed to say:
~Hello there, we would like to invite you to a public meeting to commemorate our Savior's death. It will be on Tuesday at 9pm. (then read a scripture)~
Stammering, I walk up to him and say,
'Hello there, I came here to invite you to a private meeting we're having to comedian the Saver's dying. Come meet me at Tuesday 9pm.'
The guy dropped his wrench and sat up, looking at me. My mother cracked up laughing and then stepped in for me. I wanted to die!!!!!
What mistakes have you made?