This is the most awkward thing that has ever happened to me at church.
My husband and I were visiting a friend’s church where they make everyone wear name tags. I placed mine on the left side of my chest, but I’m pretty tiny so it pretty much covered my entire left breast. When we were greeted by the elderly pastor, he had some difficulty reading our name tags. He leaned in close to my husband’s chest, tapped his name tag with a wobbly finger and read it out loud. Then he leaned over to me to make the same gesture and poked me square on the boob.