I had volunteered to help with a new assembly hall.
We were on the one of the first crews. Installing erosion control on the project perimeter.
Summer, hot climate and dusty. 1000s of yards from public street view in an unincorporated part of the county.
When the other volunteers came to pick me up, they said if I didn't change into long pants I could not come along. ( Uber Dubs fresh back from some missionary assignment in Sierra Leone ) I was wearing the white painter's shorts that I wear *everyday* as a contractor. ( later an article came out in the WT with a picture of a construction volunteer in the same style of shorts... I showed them )
I was stupid and changed into long pants. I let them regulate my personal freedom.
Why didn't I recognized the cult control?