The parking lot being borrowed for somebody to sell corn out of the back of a pick up truck without asking us first, during a wedding rehearsal with a very twitchy Mother of the Bride....

This made me laugh so hard. But the only thing that ever gets sold out of our parking lot is drugs, I'm afraid.

Congregational President shows up to make an announcement blasting the bishop and then leaves church before worship starts.

Your place seems a little more high-drama than mine! We tend to be apolitical to the point where people quietly sink out of sight rather than say, "I was disappointed at this decision and would like to see it reconsidered."