One of my bethel experiences:
Once upon a time I was asked to escort a group of JWs to and through various bethal facilities in NY. While visiting the Brooklyn facilities there was one sister who wanted to go it alone and then link back up with the group just prior to departure back to our hotel. She had a daughter and son-in-law in the Brooklyn facilities and understandably wanted to spend the day with them. My advice to her was to make sure she had at least a $100 in her pocket to make sure if she missed our departure that she'd have sufficient funds for transport back to our hotel. I'm not sure what she told her son-in-law, but he sought me out during our tour and asked why I had threatened his mother-in-law. He went on and on about being a bethel elder and proceeded to counsel me, to which I said thank you very much I have a group to attend to. He didn't like this so he found a heavy he was friends with and returned. The heavy was Fred Rusk. The son-in-law introduced Rusk to me, to which I replied "Hi Fred! Remember me?" He remembered. Rusky never said a word. He turned around in silence and marched right back from wherever he came, probably that writing correspondence desk of his where he wrote more empty words, lies and hogwash than perhaps anyone else inside. I thanked the enthusiastic son-in-law for introducing Fred, but reminded him I had a group to attend to.