We were always late for everything.
Rowdy all through the meeting with the kids either screaming, fighting, going for a piss, kicking the people in front or picking their noses. The older kids refused to sing, pray, pay attention, answer, smile, talk to anyone who talked to them.
Then we'd rush out the door like a bat out of hell before any 'nice' JW could come along and tell us how they really appreciated the effort we made to get to the meeting.
Then we'd fight in the car park mainly because of the sheer stress of the last two hours, though I would always fight with a smile on my face just in case any one was looking or could lip read!!!!
Then my husband would make the tyres screech as we rushed out of the car park like a bat out of hell, just missing the theocratically waving parking attendant.
Whoops! I think anyone reading this who's a JW is going to recognise me!!!!!