That was minor compared to the scene just now, in which I was shuttled to a press corral — a tight little isolated room, away from the hundreds of non-press people who are wandering around, seemingly unimpeded — and I asked where the bathroom was.

And instead of just having a men’s room pointed out to me, I was physically escorted there by a 20-something female guide.

And I came out afterward to find her still standing there, right outside the door, waiting, to take me right back to the press corral.