Hey, we had COs whose wives had "special dietary needs" as well! Is it a prerequisite for being a CO or maybe it's just code for "When you cook for us, you do something SPECIAL!" Then there was God's dictator Alan Sigg (or "Sieg Heil!" as people called him) whose wife had a wonderfully uplifting life experience in the Aug 22 1987 Awake dealing her problem with excessive blood flow while she was out witnessing. Thanks, Lynette. Nice mental image.
We did have a really nice couple stay with us in Melbourne who, on Sunday afternoon, just came back and crashed and we watched the Beatles Anthology DVDs. I think they really tired of all the attention and the expectation placed on them. They hated having to generate conversation at the dinner table. I wonder if secretly they really hated being on the circuit .... or being in the friggin' religion at all.
I remember years ago one CO saying he groaned every time he went to some "dear sister's" home and she had quiche or some similarly rich egg dish, because he knew he'd be farting all afternoon.
Then there was a grumpy old sod, now departed, in Brisbane who would drone on and on at the meetings when he was there, overshooting the meeting time by a good half-hour if he was in the mood ... we were invited to dinner with him at an elder's place. The elder's prim little wife prepared dinner and then let everyone know it was ready .... dear old Ray the CO decided we could all eat when he was good and ready, 'cos he was a bit busy writing a letter or something.
I hated the way people fawned over them. I'd spent only a few months in one congregation and met the CO, who asked me what I thought of it. "Not very good," I said. "They all stick to themselves. No one seems very happy." He hurrumphed and said, "Well, that's not what I saw. Everyone seems very chatty and cheerful!" I just looked at him and wondered if he realised they all turned it on whenever he was there. Of course he'd be the bloody centre of attention when he was visiting!
Some were so fake. One pompous d**khead gave a pious speech on the Tuesday night and suggested that after the meeting children might like to take their notebooks to him to show him their notes of his talk. My kids went and showed him something they'd written down and he gave them a sticker without more than a glance at their notes or bothering to ask their names. It was all "Yeah, kid, now piss off." My kids just wandered away scratching their heads, thinking, "Why did I bother?" I'm sure he believed he was the kids' favorite and was really in touch with the "littlies".