I was on a date with my wife, still dating then and just begun. We had a long day. I turned down a wrong road from where we wanted to go to, St. Michaels, MD. Was too proud to ask for directions and wound up on the Chesapeake Bay Bridge back towards Baltimore. Went to aquarium instead. After a long day, we headed back towards Wilmington, where we lived. First restaurant was packed. We went to another restaurant. We were seated and ordered our dinner. We both got up and went to the salad bar. My wife returned from the salad bar with her salad followed by me. There were steps from where we were seated down to the salad bar. As she climbed the steps, I followed. As I climbed the steps, I noticed a cherry tomato starting to roll off my plate. I tried to save it and focused on the tomato as I was walking. I tripped over the steps and face planted myself into my salad. I didn’t spill too much of it but had salad dressing all over my forehead and glasses. I sat down and everyone in the area was dying laughing. I started to wipe my face off with my napkin (cloth, mind you) and told the people sitting in the booth next to us that this would be the only free show for the evening. My wife was horrified and slumped down in the booth real low. I never even thought to excuse myself and cleaned myself there. My wife said that if that had been our first date, it would have been our last. Needless to say, I have been extra conscious about salad bars since and my wife ALWAYS reminds me not to face plant into my salad.