My most memorable GB experience was when Karl Klein gave a service talk at morning worship one time about these 2 JWs who had committed adultery with each other, got disfellowshipped, got divorced from their JW mates, got married to each other, and then reinstated. After they were reinstated, this newly reinstated couple had a baby whom Klein affectionately referred to as a "mongoloid child". Klein then went on to explain how Jehovah gave this couple a "mongoloid child" as a punishment because of their previous sin of adultery.
Gangas liked to grill you with all kinds of doctrinal questions at the dinner table. Most bethelites that I knew would try to avoid sitting with him at dinner.
I found Schroeder and his wife to be snobs. His wife was particularly snobby and they really would not make much conversation with you except to ask for a "paper serviette". As a ignorant JW country boy from south Louisiana, I had no idea what she was asking for.
Henschel seemed like an okay guy. I once had dinner with him and this temporary worker was trying to pump him with questions about all kinds of secret information. Henschel was pretty tolerating of this guy and this guy would never give up.
The guys who were the most difficult to deal with were the home overseers. They loved enforcing all kinds of bizarre rules. One of my home overseers hated my roomate's University of Georgia Football National Championship coke bottle that he kept on his dresser. I guess one of the housekeepers saw it while snooping around in the room. They actually had a private meeting about a coke bottle and whether it was appropriate for a bethelite to have one or not.
Ahhh, the craziness that happens at that place. I am so glad I left that place. I am also so happy that I went there. If I had not gone there, I might still be JW. Bethel helped open my eyes.