Went to my friend’s today and honestly I think I need to be banned from other people’s homes for life.
First plate: we were snacking in the living room, I somehow managed to knock it off the coffee table. Smashed. I apologised about 50 times, cleaned it all up, offered to replace it. Friend told me to stop apologising and absolutely not to replace it. All fine.
Then an hour later… I somehow broke a different plate in the kitchen. I don’t even know how. It just slipped like my hands forgot how to function.
Her brother came in immediately, handed us the hoover without saying a single word, and walked out. I wanted the floor to swallow me. I felt like some kind of destructive toddler.
Friend kept saying “it’s fine, move on, don’t mention it again,” and even made me agree not to bring it up. But I STILL feel awful and like she must secretly be thinking I’m a complete liability.
AIBU to still feel mortified?
Or do normal adults just… break two plates in one day and move on with their lives?!