I showed up once inadvertantly at a hall cleaning. I had not attended that hall in some time.
It was a Saturday and there was a goodly sized group outside doing the gardining. That was the good job as it was Fall in LaJolla CA.
What happened next is where my enterance was made.
A STREET RACE gone bad. As I neared the intersection, where the hall stood, at high speed I executed a sharp right turn. My Jag XKE is now in full skid and sliding toward the curb as its spinning. It came to rest along side the curb as a car should be parked. I took a second, looked at them staring at me and realized that they were not only jehovah's witnesses but they were also my witnesses that day too.
I put the car in gear and drove off not meaning to interupt their hard work.
UWUF