I was about 10 or 11 and the best darn little JW you ever saw. Anyway, we were doing rurals (parents, me, younger sister) and I was sent to the door with my sister. My parents were in the car, in the driveway. I knocked on the door and a man with a very bad hare lip came to the door. I gave my best mag presentation but he was not interested--poor guy could barely get the words out. I went back to the car but apparently, my mother was not paying attention, because she rolled down her window and said, "There he is! Go talk to him!" She didn't see me bomb out the first time! So, good little JW girl that I was, I went back and gave my presentation all over again. Boy, was he mad! He yelled at me and I trudged back to the car, totally confused.
I still laugh about how angry the guy was. My mom, to be fair, felt terrible when I asked her why I had to go back a second time. That said, at least I got to count an RV.