[ArrogantBustard]

I'd add, as a personal note, that I used to be a little Altar Boy. Also a big Altar Boy.

Sometimes, adults would come looking for me ... usually Sr. Mary Alice.

Some kid had just gotten the Flu, or broken his leg, or some such ... she needed some poor schmuck to fill in for him.

[Mad Dawg]

Sometimes, adults would come looking for me ... usually Sr. Mary Alice.

Cue scary music.
Low camera films huge looming shadow of Pre-Vatican II sister wielding
-- NO, NO, not THAT! --
the yardstick with the metal edge!

I can't look!

[Lorica]

I'd add, as a personal note, that I used to be a little Altar Boy. Also a big Altar Boy.

And I'll bet you never messed up. :)

We have this one young guy in our parish who forgets to ring the bells. Father will pause, patiently waiting, and then when he gives up and continues on, they're suddenly rung with great vigor, completely drowning out his words. I think the poor kid tries to make up in decibels what he is lacking in timing. :)