We were in subway today (me, DP and 2 kids) and DS slammed his coke on the table without me noticing. I then went to open it for him and the bottle exploded everywhere, I was litrally showered in coke, my jeans looked like someone had just attacked me with a water pistol for 10 minutes or so.
Anyway I told DS it was a daft thing to do and he was lucky nobody else was sat near us. I then went to wash my hands and when I looked in the mirror at the state of myself I just laughed. It looked so funny.
I went back out to see DP sat there with a face on and the kids looking at me all concerned. DP then said to me "what on earth are you laughing at? have you seen your jeans?" and I just laughed it off and said "I know, I look a right mess. Oh well..." and sat down to eat.
I then heard him mumble "for fucks sake" under his breath. I said "what's up with you now?" and he said I never take anything seriously and the kids get away with murder and I should care more about what people think. He then added "I'm not walking around town with you looking like that".
I've never cared what people think of me. I'll never see them again, why would I care?
So would you have laughed or taken his miserable approach?