Last year, I worked as a bartender on a cruise ship.
A woman came to my counter and asked me if I could make her a "pornstar cocktail". I said I could if she knew what ingredients it consisted of. She smiled at me. I probably sounded extremely clumsy. She was dressed fancily and her face was simply too beautiful for me to describe here. I kept avoiding her gaze, scratching my neck, and my lips kept trembling. Her husband joined her at my counter and asked me if I was being "difficult". He dragged her away.
When my shift was done, I left the hall and went outside. I saw her standing by the railing, smoking and looking out into the distance. I walked to her and told her I'd try to Google the recipe on the internet tonight. She yawned and told me she wasn't feeling well. "I failed," I thought to myself, rolled my eyes and told her she should get some rest.
Next morning, her panicking husband came my counter. Our department's supervisor stood in back of him as he yelled insults and accusations to my face. "You gave her something! What did you do to her!?" My supervisor reasoned him to stop and, when her husband had left, panting and sobbing, he told me that the woman who I had been with last night was feeling very unwell. I told my supervisor I had done nothing and knew nothing, and that her husband had no right to accuse me of anything.
My contract ended that night. She died.
Our cruise ship was brought into the harbor of a nearby town and all the people on the ship were held by the authorities until her death's cause was made clear. Her husband kept crying and yelling accusations at me. He claimed I had poisoned her. I reminded him I had been "difficult" and hadn't served her any cocktails. My sarcastic remarks and his furious accusations finally turned almost every person against me. One of the cooks punched me in the face and the police officers did nothing to prevent others attacking me. The captain yelled at his crew members, ordering them to "stop kicking that **** while he's on the floor."
The doctor came in and announced the beautiful woman had been struck by a case of galloping lung cancer. Its victim could feel perfectly fine one moment, then, suddenly, be taken aback by some kind of weakness, and then die in the next 12 - 24 hours.
I guess some felt remorse for hitting me, but I was too frantic. I went outside and sat by the docks and looked at the Mediterranean Sea. It felt weird to know that something so sudden could take one's life away.