I cried at Chilies

So, i guess the stress of being a waitress was too much for me to bare. First the table of Native American's didn't tip, and had me running like a fugitive(thanks bob marley, Iron Lion Zion) for Ranch and refills of Strawberry Lemonade. Then I forgot to put silverware on like 4 tables in a row, then I messed up the order and didn't order the boneless buffalo salad for a table of 8, causing the whole table to miss their movie. Then, i didn't know that you didn't get 2 side dishes with your half rack of ribs. Shoot. I wouldn't have cried, except a fellow co-worker was like, "what's wrong with you"... when he asked that question, in the heat of the kitchen, and deep into my stressful 3rd shift without a trainer, my head started spinning with responses. And the biggest kicker, I am 30 and I work at Chiles'. The funny part about it, is I felt fine before and after the mid-shift cry. Oh well, now i am the girl who cried at Chiles just adding to the many dimensions that make me, for better or worse, me. Where is your most embarassing cry? Come on make a girl feel better.