Bad: I took my cell phone into a meeting. I didn't think this was bad; I turned the ringer to vibrate, so if it did ring, no one would know.
Badder: It rang - or rather buzzed. I squealed. The kind of squeal that happens when your derriere's been pinched.
Baddest: Well, I couldn't just let them think I occasionally squeal for no reason whatsoever, could I? And they were all staring at me. Which was nothing compared to the reaction I got when I said "sorry about that - my pants are vibrating and I'm not used to it".
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