I remember visiting a church while on holiday. At the end of the service while leaving the church with my son not a single person spoke to us or even asked who we were. There was coffee being served at the rear of the church after the service and friends all gathered and conversed. Nobody invited my son or I to join. So we left and returned to our caravan.
Back at the caravan I had my suit and ministerial dog collar. I changed from my holiday attire and changed into my suit and dog collar. I returned to the church for the later service. This time I was spoken to by many and invited for coffee. They seemed shocked when I told them of my earlier visit. I had a suspicion that this was because of the dog collar.
There is an ancient tale.