I will admit I never dreamed of doing what I do now, but perhaps the signs were there.
At a time when Britain is struggling for an identity and so many of our commodities are produced in other countries, we should remember that the rest of the world still looks to Britain as the arbiters of civility.
A crown that could be lost if our pandering to trendy fads and building laziness continues.
In a weird turn of events, as I start my eleventh year in etiquette, I find myself preparing for a two-week run at the Edinburgh Festival Fringe with my colleague and friend Diana Mather.
The Etiquette Show: Much Ado About Everything is a tongue-in-teacup romp through the history and background to everyday etiquette where many more stories of teaching manners around the globe will be shared, as well as promoting a greater understanding as to why we need etiquette now more than ever.
Even on a day off last October I had to unofficially work - policing the queues at the new Disneyland, Shanghai.
We British invented the art of the queue and I wasn't going to stand idly by for the teacups and let any old Tong, Nip or Lian-Wei skip ahead.
During the test, I unashamedly took my hand off the wheel to thank an articulated lorry for letting me out at a junction.
Well, according to examiner Paul (I have no idea if that was his name - it was something nondescript like that) I may as well have mounted the curb and run over a cat. Still, I'd rather fail and be polite than win and be rude. My toe was first dipped in the waters of etiquette before I had left school: I was asked to teach table manners to the younger years.
The woman left and never returned, according to the petition.