Once, when I was working at the Metropolitan Opera (in high school, as an extra), an angelic--looking--French Swiss man/boy walked up to Martina Arroyo as she was heading for the stage for her entrance in I-don't-remember-the-opera and said into her face, "Miss Arroyo, shit!" The second or two before she realized what he meant were pretty amusing.

BTW: I love grits cooked with ripe bananas and honey. Nice pic ;)