Hello! It's Screaming Off Key and I come to you with a story about a booboo.
I was sitting in a nice restaurant with my lovely boyfriend who we'll just call Radik because that's the name he uses everywhere. For all intents and purposes I'll be referring to myself as Sok from now on.
In the restaurant they have a more western menu and also an oriental cuisine menu and that's because the restaurant is run by an Japanese family. One of the daughters (who is really cute...) was our waitress today (I love when she's our waitress!) I'm going to call her Kawaii-chan because she's just really cute.
Anyway, I've got an extremely rare disease known as cataplexy and I've had it nearly all my life. Seriously, go to my moms house, all her of her dishes are plastic because of me.
On with it, we were talking and generally just being nerdy weirdos and Radik made me laugh really hard while I was holding my cup of orange juice. My cataplexy decided it was a great time to kick in and I dropped the glass. The shatter was loud but Kawaii-chan didn't hear it right away. When she came out of the kitchen with Radik's food and noticed what had happened, Radik rubbing my back while I died of embarrassment, Kawaii-chan didn't even ask she just cleaned it up.
It was a complete accident but I felt terrible because it got all over my food and Kawaii-chan replaced it (and then didn't charge us for the replacement) and there was juice all over the table and floor but Kawaii-chan wouldn't let us help clean it up.
I ended up tipping her about 50% because I felt so terrible while Kawaii-chan smiled the entire time and asked if I was okay. I honestly feel like I should start carrying around a sippy cup again.. >.<
--Screaming Off Key