Strangest JWs? My mother! She made us go to boring conventions when we couldn't even afford holidays or new clothes for that matter.
Standing at the bus stop in London with four kids the Wembley JWs told us to wait at to go to the digs they'd assigned us.
Eleven o'clock and still no buses! If it wasn't for a guy who was keen on my older sister giving us a lift we'd have been there all night.
Still she believed in these incompetent idiots and booked more conventions. Edinburgh was awful, five of us in one room. Not even a drink in the morning let alone breakfast. Those were the days!