Many years ago my mother told me about a trip she took with a group of people to attend a national denominational training event. If you knew my mother, you would know she could hardly tell it without laughing.
The event was far enough away that they had to spend the night to get there. The driver told everyone to be ready and in his car the second morning at a certain time. They had just enough time to make it for the start of the event.
Ten minutes after the deadline, the three passengers were in the car, but the driver was not. As the passengers tried to figure out what might be going on, my mother said the last time she saw him, he was in her room helping her with her luggage.
My mother got out of the car, and went to her room. The door was slightly open. When she went in she saw no one but heard voices coming from the bathroom.