I was a guest of honour at a large convention when a drunk con-goer grabbed my arse as I exited the elevator. By the time my brain got past "Wait, did that just happen?" the elevator had closed. I told myself it wasn't a big deal. It's not like I'd been in real physical danger. This was just one brief interaction… but it soured what should have been a wonderful event. I kept looking around to try to spot my harasser so I might be able to identify them. I spent the rest of the weekend feeling angry and on edge.