My dad insisted that he and his brood sit in the dead center of the KH. That way when any one of us kids were actin' a fool, he could just LEAANNNNN over a pinch/shake us...HARD...and the whole congregation would see it (and they would praise my parents later for not 'sparing the rod' - ugh, spare ME!). "Building Family Unity Via Public Humiliation!" -- gotta love it.
In my early 20s just before I was DF'd, my now ex-hubby & I sat in the back/as close to the exit as possible.
I still occasionally have anxiety dreams about not being able to find a good, out-of-the-way seat @ the KH...yikes!