Well, lately, my ringtone is AC/DC's,"I'm on thehighway to hell. . . and I'm going dowwwwn . . . at least I'll be there with my friends" or something like that . . .
I hurt myself the other week at work, rushing out the front door of a house where the Jewish family I work for was reciting some mumbo-jumbo for the Jewish New Year's dinner. I suddenly realized I forgot to turn my ringer off and just knew ac/dc's highway to hell was going to start playing in the middle of some solemnity . . . didn't happen, though one of the kids left some fake cat shit on a table by the front door.
So much for me worrying about making a good impression, LOL.
Oh, yeah, I almost forgot . . . I was late for work and spilled hot, hot, hot f*cking soup on one of the guests while serving. Of course, I apologized and offered to pay the dry cleaning, but the guy said it was okay since he was in the middle of a prayer when it happened. I guess that's my dose of new year's forgiveness. Good thing Jews don't believe in hell anyway.