Once I served on a hospitality committee. My role as flower and candy was extended to planning the menu at luncheons on special occasions. I started out as a nice old gentleman but ended up being a first class son of a bitch. Usually I had no help. When people complained about the food while in the serving line, I told them not to eat it. When they bitched about not receiving flowers, I pointed out that they had refused to pay dues. The committee had by laws. I argued when they were not followed. This thankless job reminds me of what being a mod must be like.