Big freakin whoop, I got to walk around and act all that so I wouldn't have to pay attention at least. lol
LOL, thats the best part about that. I'd get up like I was on Her Majesty's Secret Service or something. Like, "pardon me, but I've got business to take care of." Then I'd proceed to shoot the breeze with different brothers at different duty tables. I'd go hang out with the cleaning department, or the brothers at the attendant table. I'd scope out the pretty sisters steppin in their pretty heels that they wore especially for my enjoyment. Being a male, does have its perks at times in this religion. I wonder if sisters in the cleaning departments, or lost and found, use excuses like we do so they can get up for a little while and hang out too?