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BANG! CRASH!! Preoccupied with moving the cursor along the surface of the table with my index finger, I inadvertently touched a glass full of water with my elbow. Well, the glass was no longer full of water, which was now splashed on the disapproving faces and uncomplaining clothes of my fellow diners at neighbouring tables. Thank God it was not red wine! And well, the glass itself was no longer a glass - smashed to smithereens as it was, crunching under the feet of passing waiters, like some well-coagulated snow on a skiing piste.