Honestly, I didn't fudge unless my (now ex) MS husband wanted me to. (He was concerned his MS wife may make him look bad). My conscience bothered me to count 3 hours on a Saturday morning if we took a long break or spent most of the time making Return Visits out in the country. This is when we had a van full of publishers and each householder was miles apart. With taking turns, a pair of us could get out of the van once or twice...and maybe find someone at home. (Not that we really cared if we found someone at home.....)
My ex kept all of the publisher's cards on top of his desk in his office at our home. I could very easily open it and pry into our congregation's service records if I wanted to. To be truthful, I didn't care. I was too worried about my own business to give a rat's ass about anyone else's time. I will say, though, my ex would sit at his desk and talk to me while he recorded publishers' time for the month. He would say: "Sister so-and-so only has 2 hours this month! Man, what's her problem?" I remember thinking what an ass he was for judging people like that.