DailyFail

Last evening, I was dining out with my family at a local all-you-can eat buffet (one might consider this to be its own kind of failure). As we enjoyed our dinner, I let slip a spoonful of mashed potato down my shirt.

The appropriate thing to do would have been to excuse myself and retrieve the errant food in the privacy of a bathroom stall. Instead, I thought that I could reach down my shirt and grab the potato in a way that would escape the notice of 30 or so other diners. Perhaps if I had dropped a carrot or a french fry down there, I could have pulled this off. But mashed potato is a tricky customer, refusing to remain in a tidy mound; I ended up smearing most of it around my sternum and inside placket of my shirt, while a few knavish bits settled into other areas.
And, of course, it was a family of four with two young children who passed my table at the time. The smaller boy looked to his mother in confusion, simply pointing and asking, "What's that lady doing?"