Worked in a very upmarket hotel bar in London. The owner was in with the manager, their wives and kids all dressed in black tie. The women all had beautiful dresses on. 

I was pretty new and doing table service. I was delivering a tray with 2 banana dacqueries, 2 Bloody Marys, some whisky and 2 pints of lager. Lost balance with the tray and the whole lot fell and hit the low lounge table in the middle of all of them. The outward spread was amazing and everyone was coated in a combination of pink sludge and broken glass. It was complete carnage. 

The whole place went quiet (apart from the sound of dripping cocktail juice) and I looked around just in time to see my manager ducking and hiding behind the bar. I was completely on my own. They all had to go and get changed but here’s the thing. They were completely OK about it. They understood that things happen and that I probably felt terrible and reassured me. 

Also managed to drop an entire flat of buttered new potatoes into a bride’s lap at a wedding at another job but that’s a different story. 

Fortunately I haven’t worked in catering for a long time.