A kind, smiling, understand (of everything taking a tad longer due to the business of the restaurant) gentleman in his mid-50's and his elderly mother were dining in the middle of the rush. They were really, really nice. The waitress got their wines, drinks, appetizers, salads, soups, entrees, desserts, and finally coffees. They were finishing their first cup with the guy gave her the credit card, indicating that he'd like the bill. She returned with the slips, his card, and a pen, placed them on the table. She also had with her a tray in her left hand of five large sodas for the table next to him. In her right hand, she had a pot of coffee, and smiled and filled them up with one last cup before they go.
The tray in her left hand was slippery, and, due to no grip on the tray itself, the sodas fell. The fell onto the man, the cups bounced off his head, soda dripped from his eyebrows and off of his eyelashes, covering him head-to-toe - shirt, tie, jacket, slacks, everything covered, wet and sticky. There is ice everywhere, a huge commotion was made, the restaurant stops dead and stares. The waitress literally stands there with her mouth open. The man BOLTS from his bench, stands up, and stares at her. He's okay, physically, but he is COVERED in soda. Oi.
What's worse, I was the waitress. :-x