The worst moment this year came while I was at Penny's family dinner. We'd eaten and were watching football on the big screen when a Justin Beaber (sp?) commercial came on (otherwise seemingly sane adults react to his presence by screaming like little girls). I didn't control the remote, and at his first words I yelled, "Damn It!" You see, prior to that, I had never heard his voice, neither speaking nor "singing". That particular commercial had come on before, but I had controlled the remote and had the TV muted at the time.
Now I am surely cursed.