Every Ash Wednesday, I giggle a little bit. All these foo's running around with dookie smears on their forheads that are supposed to be in the shape of a cross just trips me out.
In the South, we don't have a lot of Catholics. So when I first moved to New York, I had no idea that on Ash Wednesday people have ash rubbed onto their forheads. When my first New York Ash Wednesday rolled around, I made a mistake that is apparantly pretty common among the unitiated. I told someone they had some crap on their face--in the spirit of telling someone they have a booger. Sure, they'd be embarrassed, but they'd want to know. Their bafflement became obvious and it took me the rest of the day to figure it out.