My last one was a district convention in 2003 in Portland, Maine. Pure torture. I didn't want to go in the first place, so I was feeling depressed, angry, and anxious. My ex-husband was hearing impaired, so we went to sit in that section, but the power-drunk attendant kicked me out (never had that problem before). I went down to the floor section and found a seat near the platform. I must have been radiating misery because my ex told me that they sent an attendant to sit a few rows behind me and across the aisle, obviously watching me.
I hadn't made up my mind to DA myself yet, but I was close to it. I think I made him take me home after that day. He went back. It was a 4-hour trip one way. Fanatic.
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