I still cringe when I think about the time I ordered a coffee, only to spill it all over the barista's shirt. I tried to play it cool, handing over my money as if nothing had happened, but everyone else seemed to be staring. The barista, bless her patient soul, just smiled and said it was okay, but I knew I'd made a laughingstock of myself. To make matters worse, on my way out, I accidentally opened the door with my elbow, causing it to swing shut behind me and trap my bag outside. I stood there, frozen, as the door swung open and shut repeatedly, each time sending my bag tumbling down the steps. Great. Just what I needed. A morning full of mortifying moments.
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