Disaster at the Sci Fi Con
Sometimes, it is just hard to believe, no matter how optimistic you are, and tolerant and patient, that an act of stupidity had no malice in it, no meaness. Near the end of the sci-fi convention this weekend, some friends of ours packed up to go home, putting their prize-winning costumes and other gear in a plastic tub at their assigned table. A tub. Not some random, fusty old box. Then they came to hear the band perform, leaving their tub at their table. The con was not actually over yet. But... Sign in to see full entry.