Why do these things have to happen at the quietest moments??

Last night Dave had to fill his YM leader duty and direct traffic for a Christmas concert at the church. This concert is a pretty big deal, so directing traffic requires flashlights, walkie-talkies, and the works. I tell you this by way of background for my horrifically embarrassing experience today. Here it is. We managed to make it on time for our 9:00 meetings, but just barely so we were sitting in the very back on the metal chairs which doesn't really bother me because my little people are loud and distracting. Well, just as we are sitting down Dave notices that there aren't enough deacons to pass the sacrament so he runs off leaving me with all 3 kids. Scary? Yes, but nothing I can't handle. Well, as they are passing the water Jack walks over to give me something and suddenly Dave's church bag starts "screaming" VERY LOUD white noise. Well, I am holding Bradley and trying to scramble to figure out A) what is making that horrific noise, and 2) how do I make it stop? Well, I find the source...those rotten walkie-talkies from the traffic ordeal. Dave brought them to church to return them but didn't happen to turn them off. Since they aren't mine, I don't know how to turn them off and every second I am in there feels like an eternity. So here's how it all went from there. Plan A was to quickly look for a power switch, but since there were 4 walkie-talkies in the bag, I wasn't sure which one/ones were making the noise and I certainly didn't want to turn on the ones that were actually turned off. So Plan B was to try and smother the sound with Bradley's blanket. No good. I then started to quickly formulate my plan of quickly getting all 3 kids and the dumb bag out the door without tripping over a kid or dropping Bradley. Thankfully the lady next to me held out her arms to take Bradley so I could run the "screaming" bag to the foyer. Once I get it out there I figure out which 2 were making all the noise and turn them off. I then look up for the first time and I kind of start into my nervous laugh. The people in the foyer found in quite amusing, as did a few people back in the chapel. I am waiting for them to open the chapel doors again when I realize that I just left my 2 and 4 year old in there unsupervised. (I think this is the only thing that gave me the guts to walk back in there.) Well, that could have been really bad and would have made this story 100 times better, but lucky for me, the kids did fine without me, including Bradley who was thrown into the arms of a stranger. It was pretty embarrassing, but I got a lot of laughs and a lot of people hunting me down to find out what in the world was in that bag. I think the red color is finally draining from my face and I hope that I have now had my "really embarrassing loud moment during sacrament" experience. Everyone only has to have one, right?