Things I saw as a JW:
* The "F" word spelled out on the Information Board in the back of the Hall. The person used the tacks used for posting letters and talks and spelled out the expletive. An Elder gave a talk encouraging parents to watch their children because, no doubt, only a child would do something so juvenille. I tend to think an adult did it.
* Breakdancing in the foyer. Me, my older brother, another guy, and badwille would be "Poppin" and doing "Windmills" during and after the meetings. One of us always served as a look-out. Badwillie supplied us with the windbreaker jackets (they were made of vinyl and they made spinning on your back much easier).
* An elder running off stage in the middle of his talk. In mid-sentence he ran off because he had a bad case of diarrhea. You could hear him while he was in the bathroom.
* A retarded boy masturbating in the men's room during the meeting.
* A sister who insisted on whipping out her breast and feeding her infant while sitting in the front row.
* A brother who accompanied us to Friendly's restaurant (they specialize in ice cream sundaes) and complained to the waitress that there was an air-pocket in his sundae. He demanded that they add more ice cream to his sundae.
* In Florida, a Presiding Overseer (who didn't know that I was biracial) discouraging me from letting a black brother move in with me because "he comes to our congregation and he keeps dating all of our white sisters".
* A sister from that same congregation who saw a woman with a black baby said, "I think black babies are so cute. They look like little monkeys!". Before I could even tell her how ignorant she was, the other occupants of the minivan we were in told her off (and THEY were white).
* I went camping with a family who had 7 kids. When the kids were "bad", they beat the hell out of them. Even worse, they made them walk out into the woods after sundown and stand out there for 30 minutes with no flashlights. There were a lot of bears in those woods. Fortunately, there were no attacks.
* An elder was offended that I said the word "nipple".
* When I was 8-years-old, I spent the night with another 8-year-old boy. He asked me if I wanted to "wrestle". He left the room for three minutes and when he returned he was almost completely nekkid (naked) with nothing but a sheer silky valance wrapped around his waist. He said, "Let's wrestle!". I recently found out that he is a homosexual.
Life as a JW was very unusual. Or, maybe not.