That was gold, Ray. Gold!
I always found it hilarious when some new guy qualifies for microphone duty and on his first night he gets all washed up and spiffy looking. wears his finest suit and spends 30 minutes polishing his shoes. You'd think he's giving his first public talk. His face is beaming and he rushes all importantly up and down the aisle, making sure the microphone is delivered speedily and efficiently.
Well, by the 3rd or 4th time he does it, he realizes it's one of the lamest jobs you could do. And by the 5th or 6th time he's assigned to do it, he's already trying to get out of this "privilege". When you're Reaching Out TM you are on theocratic fire and nothing's gonna break-a your stride, but after a man gets appointed, you can watch his spirit crumble. Next thing you know, you've crawled inside a scotch bottle while listening to Tom Waits in the dark. Brutal.