We were at a Meet the New President conference in Martinez de la Torre. Like everyone else in the Republic of Mexico, we parked left side to the curb when we pulled up the chapel. We were about done. The assistants ran out to the van to get some treats with Mom. A nice local police officer was taking the plates of the mission minivan. I guess that it was my turn to bribe the locals. They ran in to get me. I tried to talk to the officer, but all he would say was $300 pesos. And the municipal office closes in less than 30 minutes and it is really hard to explain how to get there. He had totally removed the plates. So, I gave him the registration to the van. I was not about to give him $300 pesos (about $23.88 American). He read the regristration which says La Iglesia de Jesucristo de los Santos de los Ultimos Dias. He looked at it and said, "¡Híjole! What am I going to do with this?" That translates very loosely, "Dang!" or "Son of a gun!" He handed me the plates and sped off on his motorcycle. In the meantime the assistants, bored by watching me get arrested, walked across the street try to convince the lady behind the white fence to join the Church. She didn't, but it was a very typical move by these two great missionaries who are always on the job.