I met a couple I used to know many years ago (probably 20) in a local "big box" store. I knew they looked familiar and since they were dressed up and it was Saturday "mid day" I put two and two and two and came up with 666... They were JW's. I didn't say anything to them just minded my business picking up supplies when the woman came over to me and started asking me if she new me from work or some company. I said no, and her husbands spoke up and said "Yeah, he's Darth Fader from the old Foo Bar congregation..." And she went on "yeah, what congregation do you go to..." I said I haven't been for a long long time. They immediately dropped their stuff and hurriedly left the aisle without speaking to me to determine my status or encourage me.... It's like I had the plague or was a zombie desirous of eating their precious spiritual brains...
Ugh.. So tired of the games...