I laugh about it now, but at the time I was mortified beyond words. One of my sisters reminded me of it the other night. Ho ho ha ha we both laughed sooo hard!
It was at the kingdom hall I attended, and I invited 2 of my sisters.. I was a regular again as I was pregnant and had decided I had to 'save my child from Armageddon', my two sisters were not active but as we all had been raised in 'the truth' and still believed, they were up for it.
One of them had a boyfriend who was not only schizophrenic and refused to take his medication but was a raging drug-addict and kleptomaniac to boot. Anyhow I wanted my sisters to go but had banned him from my house previously, when my sister sprang it upon me at the last moment that he had insisted on coming along I relented for this one night only.
While we were getting ready at my house he stole a 10 out of my wallet, little did I know this was just the beginning of the fun.
First let me describe him, he was shaved bald and dressed entirely in black, trenchcoat, boots the works . . . and emaciated from extensive drug use!!! Wheeeha what fun!
We, as luck would have it and because perpetual lateness is a family tradition missed scoring seats in the back by the door. Thats right, third row center!!! As soon as the auspicious ceremony really began to get underway A. (as I'll refer to him) began to mumble in an undertone, seemingly in response to the speaker. His dialogue got progressively louder and it became horrifyingly apparent that he was responding to the speaker, very clearly and succinctly, and in the most appallingly abusive and pornographic language imaginable!!
Soon he was speaking loudly enough to be heard in half the hall. The 'brothers' came over several times and told him to tone it down, finally telling him he would have to leave if he didn't (they were this far from strong-arming him out of the hall and probably already would have if they hadn't been afraid to touch him!) , so he did tone it down a bit . . . but anyone within a couple of rows could hear him pretty clearly. My sisters and I of course were privy to every word. Stuff like F$#k Jehovah, filthy f$#%ing whore! S#%k my %$##k and much worse!!!!!!! You really can't have any idea how beautifully and seamlessly it flowed if you havent heard something similar from someone who is mentally disturbed . . . I was quite convinced he had a demon!!!!
Then they passed the bread and wine . . .
No, he didn't do it . . . but he came so close!!!!! At the time I assumed sure jehovah had stayed his hand, in retrospect he was probly under the baptist raised assumption it was only grape juice and as he was obviously off solids altogether the stale bread probly didn't spark an interest.
So that memorial ended with a hurried and embarrassed exit from the hall, at the time I would never have guessed it would one day be my favorite memorial memory.
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