“I won’t be telling any more stories at holiday parties for a while.”
“It was the first holiday party my office had hosted in many years. Naturally many employees were eager to take advantage and enjoy the well-earned libations. I was tentative at first, but joined the fray once I saw that upper management was fully committed to the good time, i.e. getting completely hammered.
“I quickly caught up to the pack, thoroughly enjoying myself and telling many stories, as I am wont to do. Unfortunately, I got a little too caught up in the moment and, at the climax of a particular story, swung my arms in the air for emphasis.
“As I did, my hand hit the bottom of a beer bottle just as my colleague put it to her lips, causing her to hit herself with it. After the initial shock had worn off and she cleaned up the spilled beer on her clothes, she turned to tell me she was OK, and if I wasn’t feeling bad enough, my guilt skyrocketed: As she spoke I noticed that her front tooth had broken as a result of the bottle hitting her face. It wasn’t completely knocked out, but it was chipped well enough to be unmistakable.
“I felt completely horrible and informed her of what happened, and she ran to the bathroom to confirm. To her credit, she was slightly embarrassed when she returned but stayed at the party and went out of her way to tell me that it was no big deal. Regardless, I still felt like a jerk the rest of the night.
“A few days later she went to the dentist and had the tooth fixed, and it was a relief that no permanent damage had occurred. But I won’t be telling any more stories at holiday parties for a while.”
—Anonymous Business Insider reader