Last year some friends invited me to their wedding. I was working that day, but I left work early. When I arrived at the church, everyone was going inside. I was the last person, so I sat in the back. At the end, the man next to me asked, "Are you a friend of Peter or Gail?" "What?" I replied. "I don't know anyone named Peter or Gail." I was sitting in the wrong church! I remember he was looking at me, and I felt very, very embarrassed.