The first or second Sunday I attended the Herriman Rose Summit LDS Ward, I had an entire center pew to myself. Just me, 14 feet of empty bench, a few hymnals, and a scatter of Cheerios from the previous ward.
I slouched away to an inconspicuous corner. The pew I abandoned was immediately filled by regulars. Things returned to what passed for normal in this new environment.
More accurately, it was the spot for Trapper’s family. I’m the only one in my family who attends Mormon services, so I was eventually “adopted” into his for purposes of seating.