WHY DOES CRAZY STUFF HAPPEN TO ME?

I was eating dinner with the kids at a certain local chain restaurant tonight. As the waiter was clearing the dishes, a knife fell off of a plate, and bounced off of my water glass onto the floor. He apologized. I said it was okay. And we both assumed that was the end of it.

It wasn’t.

As the kids and I sat finishing the last bits of our meal, I drank the last of the water in my glass. And my mouth suddenly started to sting and there were sharp, gritty things in it. My son ran to the bathroom and got me some paper towels, and I spit out a mouthful of glass shards. There were several pieces stuck in the roof of my mouth, and I had to work them free and spit them out, too. And spent the next ten minutes spitting blood into paper towels.

Then I spent several minutes in the bathroom washing off my shirt where blood spilled out onto it when I opened my mouth the first time to spit out the glass.

So of course I looked at the glass, and it was cracked top to bottom and crushed at the spot where the knife apparently hit it. My tongue and the roof of my mouth are all cut up now. And I’m terrified I might have swallowed some of the glass without knowing it.

I sent my son to ask the hostess to ask the manager to come to our table, and I told him what had happened. I told him I wasn’t mad, that it was just a freak accident, and that probably nothing further would come of it, but that I wanted him to know what had happened. I said I was scared I might have swallowed some of the glass. He saw the paper towels on the table and asked if that was blood on them. When I said it was, that kind of changed his whole attitude. He filled out an incident report and said his insurance company would be contacting me. He called me at home later to tell me the insurance claim number and to tell me he was going to reverse the meal charge on my credit card.

Part of me feels really stupid. Who doesn’t check a glass for damage when it gets banged by something? And I really didn’t mean to create an incident by telling the manager. A tiny part of me wanted some backup in case I ended up in hospital with glass shards in my tum. I didn’t really expect a refund on the meal or anything … mainly I just wanted him to know what happened and warn him that there was broken glass on the table and in the glass itself.

But mainly I want to know why I am the focal point for all the weirdness in the world.

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