Ward Clerkin'

Each Sunday in our Sacrament Meeting, the ward clerk leaves 
his seat at the start of the closing hymn to count those in 
attendance at the meeting. He begins at the front of the 
chapel and silently studies each row, making notes of the 
numbers on a small pad of paper. He slowly strolls to the 
back of the chapel, all the while the members are singing. 
A boy of nine in our ward leaned over to his mother to warn 
her: "Here comes that guy who writes down the names of 
people who aren't singing loud enough."