Listening to a talk on rendering the "marital due" (Jesus, what a god damn stupid euphenism) and realizing your wife hasn't been in the mood for the past two months. And realizing that half of the sisters in the 1980's wore dresses with hideous floral patterns halfway down their shins and had shoulder pads sewn in so they could block any tackle you tried in order to take them down.
Then, as a book study conductor, having a brother approach you and ask if masturbation is a sin even though he's married, because his wife is trying to earn her salvation using "chastity points", earned by NOT having sex with her husband and coming out of the bathroom wrapped in five towels so that nothing shows. And you eagerly grab a WT bound volume since YOU want to know the answer as well because your wife and his wife are both using "theocratic virginity" to make it through Armageddon. And if you want children, she will try the method Mary used to have Jesus.
I also miss not seeing the $250,000 chandelier in the Jersey City Assembly Hall which reminded all of us that our meeting places are "humble, modest, and not gaudy or materialistic". In addition, I don't get to see a new parking attendant who is 16 years old trying to direct traffic in the 8 level deep underground parking garage across the street from Jersey City and see him direct traffic in such a way that two cars crashed either into each other or into a steel beam.
Working in first aid because I was a servant and my ex-wife is a nurse and seeing several dozen sisters come up and try to ask my ex-wife for "feminine items" while trying not to blush or let me know why they were there (like I didn't) and me wondering how dumb all these women could be for leaving home for 16 hours and not bringing what they needed. (I should have put up a "donation" box. I wonder how that would be recorded? Operating expense or donations to the "worldwide work".)
Being forced to take chocolate pudding (tasted like it was made at the farm) instead of safe vanilla and watching your two year old ruin her little dress, her hair, her face and hands, not to mention the seat.