There was another time... when I was younger - a teenager - and my mom allowed them to have the 'Sunday meeting for field service' at her home.
There was a nice fella, who was the one to show up to 'do-the-do' for conducting the necessary stuff... text, prayer, etc.
Anyway, he would get everyone organized into car groups, and get them working - door-knocking - and the two of us would drive over to a local restaurant whee he would get breakfast and coffee... and I'd get a soda.
We'd sit there for about 30 minutes or more... he'd look at his watch and see the time - and we'd then go back into the territory - where everyone would be finishing up.
Guess what? It was time for 'break', and we'd go to get the usual coffee and sodas... with no one the wiser.
I'm thinking that he didn't like going door-knocking - and found himself a nice little 'loop-hole' in the arrangement.
Regards,
Jim TX