Once in 6th grade during recess, and while I was running to my friends, I accidentally kicked a HUGE rock (keep in mind, I was wearing flip-flops so it hurt like hell) and without thinking, I shouted at the top of my lungs “MOTHERFUCKER!” And with my unfortunate luck, my math teacher was sitting at the bench right BESIDE ME. He then brought me inside to what I thought was to yell at me, but he just couldn’t stop laughing and sent me back outside with a literal candy bar. He is still my favorite teacher I’ve ever had.