I was noodling away on a graphic for inclusion in a proposal. To get things properly spaced, I drew a few triangles, and a circle as guides so I could snap everything into tidy place. Without realizing it, I'd drawn a very good and rather diabolically accurate pentagram, the sort of thing that's ideal for making collect calls to your favourite demons (well, you trying getting even 3G in Hell).
While I was admiring my inadvertent brush with satanic ritual, our marketing lady came over to ask me something. Now she's American and her computer desktop features a daily quote from the bible and she says 'at my church' more frequently than even most other Americans manage. She stopped dead staring at my screen and backed away mid-sentence.
Oh well. I probably shouldn't introduce to Finestre, as she's an actual demon, had three pet souls, and as befits her status as an executive demon of such things, a house and pool in Hell's favoured suburb and gated community, Dress Down Friday.