"Cleanup in aisle seven"
I wasn't paying attention in the store and the beets - yes, jarred beets - cascaded to the floor. Totally my fault. I didn't know whether to run, laugh or die. I chose to tell the nearest employee and offer to help clean up, but they shooed me away. To hear the overhead announcement, though stated without judgement or disdain, was just as humiliating as I imagined it would be.
Has anyone else felt the disgrace of being the reason for a cleanup in aisle seven?