I will always remember the time I was striving, brown nosing, for more privledges and Bros. Clayton Peace was visiting. My first chance to showcase my "talents" was working door to door with him. As we approached a door he said that this would be "his door". During the conversation with the householder I was struck with what I thought would be a helpful comment and joined in the discussion. The HH seemed satisfied with "our" presentation but as we walked away from the door C.P. said to me with an icy tone "I thought that was 'my' door".
Later we were hosting Bro & Sis Peace for lunch. My wife left her Mac computer on the kitchen counter where it normally sat. I suggested that before their visit she discreetly hide it. My ever so subservient mate said NO that would be "dishonest". Well, when Bro. P entered our house he immediately spotted the computer but to my surprise was very interested in seeing how it worked. Unkown to my wife the last person to use the Mac was my younger daughter who changed the incorrect alert to a Fart sound. Needless to say Bro. P made plently of wrong choices and every time received a Bronx Cheer for his efforts. I truely thought that I would die laughing. I am still chuckling and that was many years ago.
Battman