I got a good seat in an assembly, one that I could easily get up and go out for
a break when it all got too much.
I left my books, a Bible and a songbook + notebook on the seat, as was the custom.
Marking my place.
When I came back just few minutes later I found a sister not only sitting in the seat
but sitting ON the books.
I said to her... this is my seat..... but she didn't budge and I told her ....you are sitting on my books.
She reluctantly fished them out from under her but there was no move to give me back the seat.
So I said ...this is my seat, you know, the one I want to sit in to listen to the talks that's why my books were on it.
No budging.
Gave up... went off saying good grief..and tried to find another seat to my liking.
Couldn't, so I sat somewhere else muttering death threats under my breath.
Shouldn't have worried, I don't even remember what the assembly was about now.