Did That REALLY Just Happen?

I cringe as I recount this experience so I can relay it to you. It's definitely going down in my newly-revised list of most embarrassing moments. I actually think this tops them all. Oh dear.
Yesterday after church Andrey and I took two IJM interns out for lunch. We chose a very busy restaurant on the main floor of the mall. It's a popular restaurant, usually full of foreigners and affluent Filipinos - especially during lunch time on the weekend.
The restaurant, called "O Georg!" is located at a busy corner of the mall. The walls enclosing the restaurant are all clear glass so there is little dividing the inside of the restaurant and the droves of people in the mall who are walking by, window shopping, and sitting on nearby benches people-watching. My point in telling you this is so you understand how many people witnessed the little show I put on. Oh dear.
After we ordered I decided to get up to go to the CR (that is, the comfort room as the washroom is called here). I stood up and headed for the door which is really a centrally-located opening in the clear glass wall. I think I took two missional steps before I heard a very loud bang and was suddenly prevented by continuing any further due to the huge piece of clear plate glass in my way. The whole wall shook. I immediately looked in Andrey's direction with my hand over my mouth which was gasping in shock and in the same moment scanned the room to find that literally everyone had stopped what they were doing, customers and staff alike in order to turn and look in my direction. Many had completely turned around in their chairs to face me and I heard gasping sounds to the effect of "Huhhh?", "What the...?" and "Did she just..." but all at once, in one record-scratching, music-halting moment. Everyone was gawking at me. I had to respond. I raised my hands in the air as if a cop was behind me demanding, "Put your hands up!" and with my hands in the air I declared to my audience, "I'm Ok! I am O.K.!" and I walked out of the restaurant toward my original destination. As I did that I noticed that everyone outside of the restaurant, and there were a lot of them, were ALL looking at the idiot who just ran into a glass wall. Oh yeah right, that was ME.
I was so glad I had somewhere to go. After all, I still needed to make it to the CR, which gave me time to let it sink it that THAT. REALLY. JUST. HAPPENED. because I was seriously in shock at first. It felt surreal. That was something that happens to someone else. Not me. Something that I wished I could have witnessed, not created.
While waiting for an open stall feeling comforted that no one in the CR knew what had just happened, small fits of awkward laughter spilled out of me. I was thankful that I had to wait quite a long time in the CR before there was an available stall and before I had to head back to the restaurant. I thought to myself, "Maybe some people will have left by now or maybe they have forgotten."
I think if I was in high school I would have had to flee the building. I considered not going back. How can I face those people? Yet there are benefits to being a 33-year-old woman with her sense of dignity intact and an ability to laugh at herself. Of course I had to go back. I knew I had a supportive husband who would welcome me but of course would not deny the fact that I just made a scene that will not be forgotten for some time, nor did I expect him to. We all laughed about it and Andrey said, "I am going to tell that story for a long time." I sat down and realized that my knee and my nose really hurt. Today, the day after, my knee is fine but I have a nice little bruise on the crown of my nose. I also have a nice little puncture wound to my pride.