Hmmmmm, the worst meeting....
Maybe it was the one where there were only 27 people (including children) in the KH, all the elders were on vacation, the speaker didn't show up, and an MS brought out a cassette player, set it on a stool on the platform so that those of us who had dragged ourselves (and our children) out in the SoCal heat into a KH where they refused to turn on the AC, could sit for an hour listening to this mechanical representative of Jehovah.
Or maybe it was the one where my then-husband was announced as DF'd at the end of the Service Meeting and, right after the closing prayer, the family of the one of the elders on his committee surrounded me and kept pressuring me to let my teen aged son come to work for them because, as they put it, he was now the head of the house. When I objected that working for them would mean he would no longer be able to auxilliary pioneer they said the money was more important.
Or maybe it was another meeting that same summer when, due to to the extreme heat in the KH, my youngest was uncharacteristically fussy and I decided to leave the meeting to take her home where she could be more comfortable. It was only after I was at my car and ready to drive away that the elders came out and asked if there was anything they could do to help me stay for the rest of the meeting.
It could have been after my auto accident (hit and run that totalled my car) when we were walking to the KH (in the heat) and the PO told me that he and his wife (no kids, three cars for two people) decided to take the freeway to the meetings so they wouldn't see us walking.
Keep your eyes on the prize...