Not a JW story, but years ago, while inactive, I was dating a young woman with an infant daughter. I had recieved an invitation to listen to one of those Time-share schpiels in the Poconos. We werent intrested, but figured it was a good way to spend a Saturday.
We toured the facilty, then endured the high pressure tactics, you know, where they sit all the prospective buyers in a large room, then announce each new member over the PA system, while ALL the sales people lead the room in applause.
Seeing that we werent budging on our decision NOT to purchase, the saleman then had us meet with the sales mananger PRIVATELY. He went through his sales pitch for about 20 minutes, at the end of which the baby let loose a loud, very wet fart. We couldnt have said it better ourselves. We left his office holding in our laughter til we were clear.
Then we changed her diaper.
Out the mouths? of babes!!
Boozy