I killed time in the bathroom before the meeting. It stunk in the ladies room from the hard iron water, as the Hall was built near a creek. I wasted time during the whole song ordeal in the middle, and had to go again after the bleeting meeting to avoid that wholesome association until Dad brought the car around. What a bummer to come out, only to find the eldumbs elders ensconced in the horny old men's clubhouse back room grilling encouraging a victim beloved brother. I usually went out to the car and slept in the back seat so the evening wasn't a total waste.
I was frequently frowned at by Dad for needing to pee so often. I'd apologise and say how bad I felt, missing out on the Kingdum hellodies melodies, and since my attitude seemed proper, he'd let it go. Worked for years!