Not so much a bad delivery story but a SS coworker who didn't make it any easier to deal with.
BG: In 2008 I was working in a doctor's office as a medical records clerk and nice cowoker (NCW) asked me if I'd feed her Bettas while she was on her honeymoon. I said sure, no problem, and made sure they were well taken care of that week, including changing their water the Thursday before she returned. Now, my paternal grandmother, the only grandparent I had remaining, had been suffering from Alzheimers for several years and was getting worse and worse, and this Thursday I stopped by my parent's house on the way home from work for some reason and my mom told me "Grandma's sick with pneumonia, she's in the hospital and the doctors don't think she's going to make it, she might only have a few more days left in her."
Then I get home and there's a message on my home machine from Wicked coworker (WCW) saying simply "The water was too hot." Seriously, that was it, but I figured she meant the fish's water, but I knew I had made sure the water was a good temp for Mr. Fish (that was his name) before putting him in. I shrugged it off and went back to worrying about Grandma, whom I had always been very close to.
I got in the next day and WCW tells me the fish had died and it was all MY fault because the water was too hot. I know it wasn't, and decided to just ignore her as I'm going about my day. Or try to ignore her. She started walking around the front office loudly in a very PA way talking about death and making sure everyone knew that Pirate was the one who killed NCW's fish. When one girl got off the phone with a patient, WCW, who had been evesdropping, says "Oh, did someone DIE?" CW looks at her and says "Um, no, why?" WCW: Oh I don't know, everyone's DYING around here, there's just a lot of DEATH in the air..."
I'm trying to ignore her, but it's not working and while she's not succeeding in making me feel guilty, she is managing to remind me that my grandma is not likely going to be long for the world and likely is dying, which means I'm by my station making up charts for appointments and trying not to cry. Mind you WCW didn't know my grandmother was ill or dying so I don't blame her for that itself but it wasn't helping, either, and I didn't really want to tell her cause she was so nasty that I wasn't sure she wouldn't up the ante on her death talk. I finally burst into tears when one of the doctors started chatting with me in her office while I was looking for a chart to attach a fax to and word got back to WCW who shut up for the rest of the day at least, and actually she went home early.
The irony is that when NCW came back the following Monday, I apologized for her fish dying and she shrugged and said "Ah, don't worry about it, and don't pay attention to WCW. It wasn't your fault, and really it's just a fish, they're not known for their long life spans. How's your grandma?"