the spill at chipotle

My day started off pretty well.  Scott was on fire watch at what's left of the Governor's Mansion, so I had both boys by myself this morning, but we managed to get up, get dressed, and get out of the house by about 10 a.m. without any tears or tantrums.  After dropping Gage off at preschool and running a couple of errands, I decided to stop at Chipotle for lunch.  I had Beck with me, and we were both hungry, so I was anxious to get my food, get situated at the table, and get his bottle made so that the rest of Chipotle's lunch crowd wouldn't have to hear him screaming at the top of his lungs.  Things were going well...it wasn't very crowded so I got my food quickly and got a table...got Beck situated in the high chair and got his bottle made...and was happily feeding Beck with my left hand and eating my lunch with my right hand.  I was actually feeling rather proud of myself for managing it all so well.  And then came the spill...  In my efforts to keep my drink cup out of Beck's reach, I set it a little too close to the edge of the table and of course it spilled...some on the table and my purse but mostly away from Beck and me onto one of the unused chairs and the floor.  It was quite a spectacle...I jumped up and in the process had to take Beck's bottle away from him so he started to cry, loudly...a family from the table next to ours was grabbing napkins and helping to clean up our table...meanwhile, a young couple at another table was making faces and laughing at Beck trying to stop his crying.  We got my purse, the table, and the chair mostly wiped off and I went up to the counter and told the cashier that there was a spill on the floor next to the table.  Then I returned quickly to the table and sat down again to finish feeding Beck.  Crisis over, right?  Wrong.  Within seconds, a woman came walking from the back of the restaurant up toward the drinks/silverware/napkin area...I saw that she was planning to walk right through the area where the drink was spilled and apparently didn't notice the wet floor.  I started saying "Ma'am, Ma'am, careful, careful..." but it was too late...she walked straight into the puddle of Coke, slipped, and fell hard on her knee.  I felt awful.  One of the employees rushed over and was offering to help her up, but she didn't want his help.  She was understandably shaken, but she was also furious...at me, at the employees, at everyone sitting near me.  I was trying to explain that I had just spilled the drink and notified the cashier but they hadn't had a chance to clean it up yet...but that explanation was not good enough for her.  When I said that I tried to warn her, she practically screamed at me, "Well, you didn't try hard enough!!"  Then she started talking about how she had just come from the chiropractor, she already had a bad back, and this was the last thing she needed.  By that point, I was crying, Beck was crying, and everyone in the restaurant was staring.  While I continued to apologize, she continued to complain more and more loudly.  Finally, she got up and went up to the counter to speak to the manager.  The people around me were very nice...reassuring me that it wasn't my fault, that it had been obvious to everyone that the spill was there, and telling me not to worry.  But of course I felt terrible and couldn't help wondering if I should have handled things differently.  I guess I could/should have moved a chair or something in front of the wet spot, or stood by it until the employees came to clean it up...but my main focus at the time had been to get back to Beck and get him his bottle so he would stop crying.  Needless to say, I couldn't even finish my lunch...I just finished feeding Beck and left.  But not before the woman went hobbling back by my table and shot me about the dirtiest look you've ever seen.  So much for my good day.