On my way into the office I usually stop off and buy a coffee, and every once in a while I'll swing by the bakery to grab something if I didn't get a chance to have breakfast at home. Even though I'm trying to stay on the path of righteousness and rectitude, this morning was a bakery trip morning. I know, I know. Sheesh.
Anyhoo. Moments after wandering into the bakery, I put my coffee on the counter but I misjudged the distance somehow (elderly confusion, I think) and my coffee ended up all over their nice black & white tiled floor. I was mightily embarassed. I get all English embarassed, you know? Not just regular embarassed but all can I mop that for you?, here let me pay for a new floor or at least give you the entire contents of my wallet, I could stop by the ATM too, and I'm a big 'mo but otherwise I'd offer to give you my first child in compensation...
Mortified. In fact so embarassed that given that I was the only one in the bakery, and there were no staff at the counter when it happened, for a brief and unconscionable moment I considered just fleeing. I know, bad right? But I didn't.
I just bought the most expensive danish they had.