There was one man...it was a bit sad, really. He studied with my father for a bit, but everyone knew he was only doing it for the compagny. He swore he had stoped smoking and he came into the hall smelling of smoke covered with lots of cheap cologne. He would walk in and sit right in the middle or front of the hall and open up one of the many books and volumes he had brought. They were all JW books, of course, but so of topic that it was almost funny. He was barely listening to a word said on the stage, he would read and loudly turn the pages ( and licking his thumb) of his books all trough the meetings. That got all the sisters gossiping after the meetings.