In the 1960's we lived in the small town of Pawnee City, Nebraska where my father was the pastor of the local Presbyterian church. One Saturday afternoon I answered the door when the door bell rang. It turned out to be an old lady who said that she had something important she needed to tell my father.
I ushered her into our living room where she sat down to wait while I went to get dad. When he went into the living room she began telling her tale of scandal. It seems the evening before, a young woman went to visit a young man who was a school teacher at the local high school. After the woman went into the man's house, he had the temerity to close the curtains to the windows in his front room.
After hearing this, my father said nothing. He just got up and very deliberately opened the curtains to the windows in our living room. He then turned and gave the woman, "a look"!
She got up, left, and never again came to my father with gossip.
My father was quite a guy and I really miss him.
