When I retired from the public school system, I got a brass bell and a pad of note paper in the shape of an apple. Like apple for the teacher not Apple computer. They had a steak dinner for the eight of us who retired that year. When the superintendent came to announce my name she got my name wrong.

To compound the name Faux Pas the name by which she announced me was the guy who married my ex-wife just after we divorced 15 years prior way before she was even in the district.

I felt like Rodney Dangerfield blush

If we don't count our blessings
We are just wasting our time