The ‘God’s Waiting Room’ joke backfired on my dad a few years back. Driving towards Cark, he stopped to see if he could help a chap who appeared to have had a bike mechanical.
In the end, he offered to give the guy a lift back to his home in Grange. During the drive, the guy revealed he’d not long since moved to Grange, to which my dad remarked, “You know they call it God’s Waiting Room, don’t you?”.
The chap responded by saying that, no, he hadn’t heard that, but it was quite appropriate for him, as he had an inoperable brain tumour and only had a few months to live.
Probably a quiet journey for the rest of the way…