The last time I actually remember being out in FS, I was trying to convince my PO to talk to me.
This is a man who knew my parents most of his life (grew up with my Dad) and knew me for most of my life. He was constantly (and loudly) ribbing the friends at the meetings - he always liked to get in the last word and could stoop to embarrassing levels to do so. He cornered me one day after the meeting and said, "I'm going to pay you a shepharding call," nice and loud so everyone could hear, though he didn't mention any particular reason for it. I smiled and, in the same tone, replied, "Thanks for the warning."
He took it personally and decided to stop talking to me. Needless to say, I never got that shepherding call. I also never had a greeting returned by him or his wife after that. At the DC that followed, my grandmother fell down the stairs of the arena we were meeting in. (She was fine, BTW, just a harmless but painful bump on the head - nice that they had EMTs on site. Not so nice that they pick places that are so treacherous to navigate.) A few hours later, back at our seats, the PO made a point of leaning over me to speak to my grandmother farther down the row and completely ignored me, even when I touched his arm as part of my greeting.
I didn't find out what his problem with me was until I mentioned the situation to my Dad - many months later - and he told me the PO had told him he'd been offended by my joke. My Dad acknowledged that it was stupid, that the fact that I was young and female and he hadn't had a comeback might have hurt his pride, and that I'd have to be the one to make nice if my Presiding Overseer was ever going to speak to me again.
So, the last time I remember spending out in FS, I spent most of my time that day trying to figure out how to get back in the PO's good graces and had to be the first to make a move to get him to acknowledge my existence.
Such loving care for sheep who've entrusted their souls to their shepherds!