Bravery Is By Far The Kindest Word For Stupidity

I work in a movie theater that serves food and drinks to people while they’re in the theater. My job is to run food and drinks to people’s seats. It was my first week when I delivered some soda to a few people in a theater.

While I was putting down one lady’s drink, I accidentally spilled it onto her lap. I apologized and got napkins to help clean up. Luckily, the lady was nice and didn’t get upset about the spill. After bringing her the soda again, I went back to running food and drinks.

A while later, I grabbed a tray with food for that same theater and was told that the pizza that went with it was dropped and would be remade. As it turned out, it was the same group and the pizza belonged to the lady whose drink I spilled. I was extremely nervous and apologized for the pizza and the soda. Later, I had to run the pizza to the lady.

Several times in the following months, the guy who had taken their order and saw me make all four trips would relay the story to our coworkers, saying that I had balls for going back to the theater. I always laughed when he said this, not because I agreed with him, but because I knew that I wasn’t brave; I was just too dumb to realize that I should have avoided that theater.