1996 DC - Columbia S.C.
Due to all the loving brothers and sisters who had seats saved, the only seats
were in the upper balconies which were accessed by climbing up very steep steps.
We had our 5 year old and 3 month old children in tow and didn't even try to climb them
so we could obediently stream to the mountain of Jehover to be educated in the mental-regurgitating
bullshit from the faithless, diseased slobberers.
Instead, we opted to sit out in the breezeway where it was 20-30 degrees cooler than inside the venue.
Less than 10 minutes after the first boasting session began we were approached by a snot nosed attendant
who couldn't have been more than 19 years old.
He told us that we had to sit inside and continued on his merry way harassing other families with
young children who were sitting on the floor in the breezeways.
We knew better than attempt the stairs and the 100+ degree heat inside the auditorium.
So, we loaded up the kids and instead of checking into the motel, we called and canceled the reservations
and then proceeded to drive approximately 100 miles to Myrtle Beach where we had a glorious 3 day
real vacation which the kids thoroughly enjoyed.
That was the last DC for me.