Once in a restaurant, when the waitress was making meals from the bench to the table, I noticed that the bench threateningly leaned and, assessing the risk of pouring tomato juice on my white pants at 99% on the Richter scale, suddenly turned back. My forecast came true – half a glass of juice splashed out where I was just sitting. I liked the waitress’s reaction.
You must be the first person who managed to turn away when I spilled something.