I remember one year I was there as an attendant...whose job was to keep the early birds from saving seats before the 800 am cattle call.
There was one self-righteous bastard (SRB) that insisted that he had the right to save a seat early for he and his family since he was in "Administration" (at one time, Admin brothers even had special badges identifying themselves in that elite crew...all of the big wheels in the district).... he was such an ass about it.... essentially, Admin people were not to be questioned and were allowed to go anywhere in the facility....so I guess the "rules" didn't apply to him...or so he thought....
....too bad for him the convention overseer (also in admin) was a friend of mine....funny how word got to him about the SRB saving seats. if looks could kill..I woulda been DOA....
Meanwhile, as SRB was down in the bowels of the convention center being important in Admin, and kissing up to some visiting GB or other Bethel speaker, his books somehow made their way to lost and found. I dont know HOW THAT happened. Bummer for his family.... next morning, his wife was there at 8 saving seats ....lol...funny...SRB stayed camped out down in the admin dungeon....never did sit in his saved seat...as the single mom with 3 kids under age 6 and a UBM that gave her hell before she left was searching for seats up in nosebleed with the pidgeons...selfish SRB....
Ah....the memories ::gasp, gag,::::
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