I remember my Priest's Quorum advisor brought the local missionaries to our meeting one Sunday, presumably with the idea of getting us fired up for our own mission calls. But after opening the floor for questions, there was just a long, empty silence. Finally I raised my hand and asked, "were you guys bummed when you found out you'd been called to serve in Utah?" They looked at me sheepishly and nodded. I shouldn't have been so smug. They probably taught and baptized fifty times more people than I did in Chicago.
From The Land of Bountiful