I wanted to Die.

It's the slowest Friday in the world. Literally in the world.
The big highschool football rivalry game is this evening, so no one will be eating out until after we're closed, So basically, bad news for us.
I have a table of ten out of nowhere. They seem to be buisness professionals, they are all dressed nicely and they order drinks and apatizers, they hace two young children with them. They are somewhat short with me when I ask them questions, and they are often somewhat short with each other. I can;t really pin point the dynamics here: At the head of the table there is an older gentleman who seems to be the father of one or both of the two men beside him. or maybe he's the father of one or both of the women towards the end of the table. Each woman has one child, and with them at the end of the elongated table is an older woman, who may be either their mother or the gentlemen's mother, but she is definitely the grandmother of at least one of the kids. There is also one extra man who does not seem to have a wife or child, but fits in with the group well.
They are ordering drinks left and right. I'm trying hard to keep up with them and my other tables but the shear number of them makes it difficult.
I am leaning between two people to place a Margarita on the table. In my other hand behind me I have my trey, with a Margarita also on it. As I'm leaning, I don't realize that my other arm is leaning with me and... well. the whole margarita fell on the gentleman next to me. the whole. thing. Head to toe drenched.
I wanted to die.
I apologized profusely up and down left and right. One of the lovely bussers came over to help me clean up the mess and all the while the rest of the table laughed and told me it was okay. One gentleman joked with me that he wanted a turn throwing a drink at a guy. I got them another complimentary margarita.
The rest of my night I was scatter brained as hell. I was forgetting chips and salsa, drinks, orders. I was off my game horrifically.
When I gave my 10 top the check, they were very kind to me. I had given them a free desert, and 15% discount (which ended up being almost 20$ because their bill was so high.
The left me a comment card (which I kept and did not turn into my manager, who had seen the incedent himself) which read:
"Ella dumped a margarita on me, but she was sweet about it :)"
All in all, the incident loosened my table up towards me out of pity. They still left me a decent tip, and it added some excitement to the slowest Friday ever