On book study night at our house, there were some noteworthy moments. We had an elderly, uneducated fellow from the hills of Carolina who by default was the reader. In the 'Babylon the Great Has Fallen' book, he read about the 'harlot, who was left devASSstated and Nekkid...' I caught my dad's eye, and he and I had a simultaneous coughing fit that required a drink of water from the kitchen. I love my dad's sense of humor.
Another time in the dead of winter, our big old ugly tom cat wandered into the living room during study. Now he did that occasionally, and I would invite him on my lap and have a blissful, purring destraction during the 'wheel within a wheel' description from that super dry Ezekiel book. But this time he paused at Sr. Ann's feet, let out a 15 second YOWL and then went to the door. Left and gone for 5 days. Came home battered and thin. We laughed and laughed the next study as everyone tried to interpret what the olf cat had said to Ann.
Then there was the study night when Bertha and Krystal K. showed up at our house with their mother for the first time. NEW RECRUITS! . I went to school with these kids, and I was horrified to see them in my house. Mom shushed me immediately and told me to buddy up and make them welcome, no ifs, ands, or buts. That managed to sit in every chair, go in my room and generally case and contaminate the whole place. After meeting was over, I finally was allowed to tell mom what the problem was. Those 2 were notorious in our elementary for having lice, and for not having clean underwear. Mom sniffed the couch cushions and went into overdrive cleaning.