My thought exactly. To be young and bored as hell in a church again…
In the Buddhist Church I attended with my grandparents as a kid (but was allowed to sit with friends), my most jackassey of friends used to smack his head loudly with one of the service books at the exact F-ing moment that the reverend would finish a prayer, and touch (lightly) his forehead to the book. Cracked us up, but yeah, probably not a very good thing. Certainly more disruptive than a quiet macarena.
