Stain, Stain Go Away, Come Again Another Day

Last week during lunch, my coworkers and I were enjoying an awesome meal in Little Italy (The lunch special was only $9.95 for a pasta and entree, can't get any better than that). As we were finishing up our delicious lunch, the bus boy started clearing our table and piling up our plates. When he turned, he accidentally spilled some pasta sauce on the jacket of the gentleman sitting at the next table (thank goodness his coat was on the chair and not being worn at the time). I don't think the bus boy or the owner of the jacket knew.

We all sat there in silence staring at each other trying to decide if we should say something. The dilemma we had was that we thought maybe this guy was on a lunch date and we didn't want the ruin a nice moment he was having or we didn't want the date to see his true colors if he went into an uproar after seeing his coat! Now that I'm looking at the pictures again, I'm almost sure when he got up to grab his coat, that he thinks our table did it! I'm almost wishing it was bird poop so that I wouldn't feel so guilty about not telling him! Ugh!

"[Joey is making marinara sauce and filling every container possible with it. Chandler enters]"
Chandler: Whoa, whoa, so I'm guessing you didn't get the part... or Italy called and said it was hungry"

-TV Show Friend's quote