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I worked at a TCBY right after I graduated from h.s. I insisted on wearing checkered vans even though they had no support and no traction. People tried to warn me not to but I didn't listen. One night I was working by myself and the store got absolutely slammed after a football game ended.
I was running all over the place and at one point had to refill one of the yogurt machines. Before it freezes it's just a really thick liquid, and as I was speed walking back to the front clutching a giant bag of liquid yogurt in my arms, my vans slipped. I squeezed the yogurt bag in a hug as I went down, and a sea of yogurt spread out across the floor like an oil leak. Then I ended up slipping in the yogurt, screaming in surprise, twisting my knee and finally landing on my ass.
I started crying mainly bc my knee hurt so bad, but also because it was embarrassing as fuck. I slowly got up and limped to the back to get a mop covered in goo, and when I came back out everybody started clapping for me. Not even in a mean sarcastic way, just bc they felt bad for me. It was so sad and pathetic lol. I did get a lot more tips than usual though.
Similar incident ~10 years later. I was working in a lab and somebody asked me to refill this giant 20 gallon carboy full of 95% ethanol. I should have asked for help to move it off of the cart it was on, but it was the last thing I needed to do for the day and I was in a rush to leave.
I started to lift it, but of course I dropped it and the spigot broke off. The ethanol started pouring out and flooding the room while I struggled unsuccessfully to plug the hole. I ended up soaked, and the mess was so bad it flooded the floor, went under the door, and formed a giant puddle of ethanol in the hallway outside.
I could hear people outside the door saying things like "Oh my God, what happened?!" I was trying to clean up the mess inside the room and hoping they would just go away so I could eventually clean up the hall. Instead they just started alerting more people to come and see the mess.
The door was locked, but eventually somebody got one of the custodians to come unlock it. When it opened I was just standing there, soaked in ethanol in the flooded room and surrounded by stacks and stacks of completely saturated paper towels that I had thrown all over the floor, but weren't nearly enough.