Here is an example from life.
Not in the reception, but in real.

I have a good psychotherapist. One day I went to a supermarket with her. We stood with a cart in the box, and suddenly, in front of our very nose, a wicked aunt of forty years passed by us. Without a cart, but with a full grip of goods and cuts it all before the cashier. Aunt’s eyes are on the scratch, she is clearly ready for any scandal.

I took a lot of air to explain everything to her and possibly a matte, but my companion psychotherapist stopped me by taking under the elbow. She said quietly and sadly to her angry aunt:
- No matter what, don't worry, buy before us...May you be the first here...

The aunt was so upset, her whole rotting, quiet life, in which the first she is only in the store row... When we went out of the store, we saw our aunt standing at the wall and crying bitterly... which my companion quietly said to me:

Thank God, I was scared not to get rid of it.