I carried the microphones at my old congregation ( Canterbury congregation in Markham, Illinois USA for any of you WT lurker fuckheads out there ) and was assigned that lovely priviledge every week.
I carried the mics for over 3 years every week.
I have a few favorite stories, but I will share 2 of them and make them brief.
We had the thick black cords connecting the mics to the sockets in the back of the Hall. Moving that wiring around got irritating from time to time, and one Sunday I got caught in a snag, and proceeded to yank on the cord... I ended up tripping a snotty elderly sister who fell down and busted her head on the corner aisle chair.
OOPS
The other story is probably very familiar to any of you who used to carry the mics out there. You had the grouchy or combative people who when you tried to get the mic close to their mouth for them to speak, they would grab the mic EVERY time and yank it even though you were trying to position it for them.
This one particularly rude sister always got me pissed. She was a pioneer and commented at least once EVERY meeting, and whenever I took the mic to her to adjust it, she would yank on it. She yanked on it so hard that if I didnt give it a little pressure myself, she was going to hit herself with it.
Well, one Sunday (towards the end of my mic carrying days) I didnt care anymore. She raised her hand to comment, got called on, and I scurried my way to the front for her to comment.
Sure enough, she went to YANK on the mic stick to adjust it for herself. Only difference is this time I just laxed my grip on it and allowed her to yank it with all her strength.
She popped herself right in the mouth HARD.
She never yanked the mic again.
Side Note: I got taken off mic duty because my sideburns were too long.
And Ted Jaracz says they "do not go beyond the things written"
HA! Fuck you Teddy. You look like your nearing death you geriatric old fart.