Restaurant Story #2

One evening at Time cafe, I was bussing tables outside (it was summer and the cafe had seating in front of the restaurant). Part of my job was to put a candle on each table, just as the sun was going down. So, while people were eating , I stopped at their table with a candle. The candles were really big and heavy--like a couple of pounds--so I carried only two of them at a time. Anyway, I brought a candle to a table where a man and a woman and their baby (an infant, only several months old) were having dinner. For some reason-- I have no idea why--as I was moving to put the candle on the table, it slipped from my hand and fell. No big deal, right? Well, except for the fact that my hand was directly over their baby's head when it happened; the candle missed the infant's head by one or two centimeters (seriously!). I was in a state of shock. I remember standing there frozen, looking at the parents. They did not seem concerned at all. I thought to myself, "I almost killed your baby." I said to them, "I am so terribly sorry. How can you possibly forgive me?" They smiled and told me not to worry. Man, if it hadn't been for those one or two centimeters...