Last week a man in my ward was driving with a coworker (the coworker was actually driving) between areas here at the military base where we live and work. They were driving a long stretch of road – straight, unpopulated, no stop signs. One of the security vehicles followed them closely for a few miles. They didn’t think much of it because there aren’t exactly a lot of options for getting from one area to another; there is usually just one road, so they figured the security guy was just going to the same place.
Eventually the flashing lights on the security vehicle went on (I’m not sure if he also used his siren). The coworker expressed dismay because he was going the speed limit and couldn’t imagine what he had done, but they pulled over.
The security guy got out of his vehicle and approached them. The coworker asked the security guy what he had done.
“Oh, I don’t want to talk to you. I want to talk to him,” the security guy – who also happens to be the first councilor in the bishopric – said, pointing to the passenger, who was the man in my ward. “I wanted to know if you and your wife would speak in church this Sunday.”