A longtime neighbor of the missionaries in one part of northern Europe was an apartment-ridden chain-smoker. She often invited the elders over for dinners and sometimes took the lessons. And the elders would help her get her groceries, including, at least for this young missionary, her tobacco.
And while he didn’t mind helping her out this way, he did feel bad enough about it to remove his missionary tag at the store. Then once the tobacco was safely hidden in the bag, he’d put his missionary tag back on.
When he was transferred, the neighbor still expected the tobacco runs, and the elder that replaced him was so aghast, he went to the mission president in tears, explaining the situation and the tobacco runs were stopped.
In a time where we have bright yellow vests (and I understand why, it’s a good thing overall) I’m curious if you have stories of times where you, in effect or maybe in reality, “took off the tag” to do service for someone?