Finally, I decide I have to go apologize. I stand up, turn around and walk over to their table. I apologize profusely. They have a bit of a good laugh but I'm still melting into a puddle.
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I go back to my seat, still mortified. One of the people from the other table comes over after a minute and gives me a hug and insists it was fine. My group tries to comfort me and tells me that now the other group has a fun story to tell.
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Moral of the story: Don't drink water.