OK - against the advice of my court appointed attorney, and naming the real (first) names...
In a city called Oklahoma, long long time ago, three young servants named James, Larry and Mike were assigned to help a slightly younger ministerial servant named John and go pick up some folding chairs from one of the kingdom halls and take them over to the fairgrounds to handle overflow seating at the circuit convention.
We go forth - James and Mike in my 1974 L82 4speed Corvette, John and Larry (John driving) in none other than (city overseer) Marion Dunlap's big old work van. We load up the chairs. We are driving back. We line up going south at a red light on Meridian and 10th street.
I guess that idle hands, a close ratio fourspeed, a small block Chevy, Mike Tennant riding shotgun, and a very good-hearted younger guy driving a hopeless big old van took hold of YT. I burn through first, fishtail over in front of Van still burning out, and mash down on the disks. John, to his everlasting credit, manages to get Van shut down but is firmly convinced he will impact Corvette in the buttocks. Folding chairs follow the laws of physics - bashing John and Larry firmly about the head and shoulders. Corvette is by now burning out again and dissapears into the distance.
I do not think I have ever seen someone in a suit and tie and so angry at a circuit assembly as young John was when he finally found Mike and I back at convention hall. John outsizes me (both then and now, I think...) by probably 15 pounds and about 2 inches, and he has within him all of the Lord's righteous anger. He grabs me by the throat right in convention hall and is about to pound your humble servant into the ground when he suddenly realizes where we all are...Larry and Mike are in convulsions, of course.
We apologize like the gentlemen we all were.
I believe that both Larry and Mike are still JW elders, and I strongly suspect that both James and John have gone on to other pursuits.
Well, at least we had some fun that Saturday morning...