One day I was asked to pass the microphone. Our hall had just been equipped with the latest in air conditioning, ceiling fans. A brother in the middle of the aisle was asked to comment and I hefted the mike pole into the air anticipating the long reach. The fan grabbed hold to the microphone, snatched it out of my hand and flung it across the room. Fortunately nobody was hit but the worst was I had to go and retrieve the mike with all eyes following me. Then I was asked to see if it was still in working order. Remember testing 1,2,3,1,2 testing?
Another time a sister with a huge set of teeth was asked to comment. Her younger son decided I was holding the mike too far away from mom, grabbed the pole, and wrenched it towards moms mouth. You guessed it, she got it right in the choppers and the noise was deafening. Everyone thought I was the one who had given her a swat on the piano keys.
I dont remember passing the mike much after these incidents. I guess I was in my clumsy adolescent days.