The only person I ever knew who genuinely liked service was an old gent who frankly had no other activity to fill his time. He was entirely oblivious to the attitude or opinion of householders, and was deaf as a post to boot, and hardly anyone would work with him because he would go on nattering about the Kingdom even in the face of outright hostility and threat. He worked alone most all the time, and the service overseer would have to forcibly take away his favorite territories and replace them, because he would hit the same streets over and over for weeks on end.
Last week we were in a parking lot on a busy corner and saw four Jdubs in service go walking past. They were in a business district with stores and churches mostly, very few homes scattered in between. They were all doing that 'pioneer shuffle' R-E-A-L slow up the block and through the intersection. The men were walking together and were even slower than the women.
I pointed them out to Little Dark and told him what they were doing. When I told him that their slow deliberate pace was called 'the pioneer shuffle' he cracked up and started singing a fave Dr. Demento tune, "The Thorazine Shuffle". He got their attention, too...one of the old gents gave us a look that would melt paint. This made Little go off into more gales of giggles.
How can anyone take them seriously when they look so hangdog and unhappy doing what they do? My ten-year-old can see it for pete's sake!