Last time I get talked into staging a "Palm Sunday" event in a shopping complex. It was meant, from our perspective, as an outreach. And from theirs as a community event / street theatre / marketing opportunity. So in theory we were all happy.
Till Milton Ernest, in the lead role, got carried away. Overturned all the tables in Costa.
And I dare not go back to the garden centre. Not after what happened to their fig trees. I'm sure that's not how it happened in the Bible.