Spilled Cocktails On Purpose

Tonight was a busy shift at the bar, and I found myself behind a particularly stubborn cocktail shaker. Usually I pride myself on precision, but tonight something wasn't quite right. My hands slipped while pouring a cosmo for Sally (who I knew would be back to complain if it wasn't perfect), and half of it ended up on her blouse instead of in the glass. It was a mess, and the other patrons stared as Sally had to go change clothes mid-drink. Now, I shouldn’t have done that, but honestly, it felt like a momentary rebellion against perfectionism, I just wanted everyone else to see how stressful this job can be sometimes.