Where does one start? (The horrible, horrible ones I don't tell anybody.)
I had been pregnant for what seemed like a year, and a church friend my age had just had her baby the day before and everybody was bragging on how beautiful the baby was, and I was depressed. Our women's quartet was singing that day, and I really, really didn't want to climb up those steps and be on display.
The other women were apparently feeling as awful as I was, because the performance was possibly the worst I've ever witnessed. We started off at different times; the pianist kept getting off the rhythm; once I began about 5 seconds before anyone else, and in turn, every other person did the same thing. On about the third verse, one woman began singing in a whole different key. By the time we were done, I wasn't sure I could make it to my seat before starting to cry.
I made it to my seat, but then just couldn't hold my crying in any more. Because I was SOOOO pregnant, I couldn't get my breathe, so it wasn't exactly silent sobbing. It was more like loud, painful snorting.
This little old man in the back always had something to say anytime anyone performed or presented: "Well, bless God!" "Well, praise God!" This time, guess what he said: "Well, thank God!"
I started to wail and ended up waddling out of the church & kept on going til I got home.