Yesterday, there was an incident where I think that I'm 100% blameless. Me and a friend were driving out to this place called Stewart's Drive in. For those who don't know, it's a 1950's style drive-in restaurant where you order from the car and the carhops bring your food to you so that you can eat in the car. I ordered for both of us and when the carhop brought the food, she fastened the tray of food to my window with these clips. But I don't know what happened. Either I knocked the tray loose a little or the carhop didn't do a good job of clipping it on, but the tray completely gave away and our food spilled all over the floor next to my car.

My friend was pissed and yelled "ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!" I kept telling him that it wasn't my fault, but he wasn't even listening. He kept calling me a fuck-up and he just yelled at me to drive him home. The carhop offered to prepare another order, but I just yelled at her that I wasn't paying and I drove off. On the drive back, my friend tells me to "grow up" and we got into a giant shouting match. I kept trying to tell him that it wasn't my fault, but he was saying that he was starving and I ruined our lunch. I just pulled over and told him to get out of my car if he was going to be a crybaby. He got out and I drove off and we haven't even tried to talk since yesterday. AITA?