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

There are 10 kinds of people.
Those that understand binary and those that don't.