My first waitress job I was sixteen. I was eager to be pro, and got plates lined up both arms for a table of six.
When I got to the table a lady was trying to tell me something and I wasn’t getting it. I looked down where she pointed, and I had my left breast a bit over the edge of a plate, in somebody’s biscuits and gravy. I quickly placed the other plates around the table and promised the guy a new order right away. He said, nothing doing, it was probably the best gravy he was gonna get. Yikes I was embarrassed.
I dropped a few dishes in the kitchen, for which I was forgiven, but that was the worst!
They did leave a twenty dollar tip, and that was back in ‘79.