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Ballister went out to a coffee shop just to pick up some snacks as well as a coffee for himself.
It was going just fine...
Until his bionic arm malfunctioned just briefly enough for it to let go of his iced coffee, splattering coffee and whipped cream all over the ground.
His heart dropped to his stomach and the sound of other people reacting to his spill made him want to cry. He couldn't remember the last time he'd felt so humiliated.
He looked up at the worker behind the counter, who was just staring at him with a blank expression, pointing to the box of napkins on the counter.
Wanting to crawl into a hole and disappear, Ballister grabbed a few napkins and began the tedious task of cleaning up his spillage with a small audience of customers who clearly pitied him.
"I feel bad" he heard a woman mutter to her boyfriend, making him want to die even more. She came up to him and told him that he shouldn't have to clean that up, before asking the worker to remake his drink.
Ballister frantically shook his head and insisted it was fine, but the woman kept pushing until her boyfriend eventually spoke up, getting her to drop it.
Once Ballister finished cleaning up his shame, he booked it out of the shop, went down the nearest alley, and began to sob.
God, what a mess...