1.  Catching the shrimp in my mouth when the Japanese steakhouse guy flings it above my head.  Typically it smacks me on the forehead and then falls to rest in my lap where it leaves a nice stain on my clothes.  During my most recent trip, I even tried to decline participation in this portion of the Japanese steakhouse experience that others, to my disbelief, actually seem to enjoy.  The guy wouldn’t let me, and before I knew it, there was shrimp accelerating towards my face, probably pulling G’s. 

2.  Pulling off a piece of bread from the larger piece of pita bread during Communion that will be too small to actually dip in the grape juice without dunking my fingers in the communal cup.  The grape juice is the best part, and when I seemingly pull off a pita crumb, I must do the fake dunk and return to my pew with a dry piece of bread in my mouth having never received the blood of Christ.