I've been trying to build up my street cred, but West Side Story gave me the wrong impression. None of the others at the last gang fight could even dance and people on BOTH sides shot at me.
I have burnt a whole loaf of bread by successively trying to toast two pieces under the grill, and for various reasons either forgetting or being interrupted.
Smoke alarm got a serious workout, but hey, at least I knew the batteries were good.