I've loved the comments. It seems we all have awful memories of field service, especially on a weekend.
My particular bug bear was turning up at the group as service overseer on a really wet, windy and stormy saturday morning feeling absolutely sure nobody was going to turn up.
We would meet at 9:45am and after waiting for about 5 mins I would be just about to leave to go home when an old faithful sister would turn up after battling the elements to get there.
My heart would sink.
We would then have to go on all of her return visits that she had for decades and they would be scattered all round the territory. We could be out for 3 or 4 hours by the time she stopped and chatted with her calls (none of it was scriptural based....just dropping off the magazines and then talking about family and ill health etc).
I would end up being out for longer than I would if it was just a normal group effort.
Weekends are a real treat now and the novelty still hasn't worn off.