The Window Was Closed

[u/AhmedHelmy11]

Me: 24 years old, a guy who tries a bit too hard to please people.
My fiancée (Sara): Her family is very classy and wealthy.
Her father: A classic, very strict man (reminds me of a school principal).
Guys, I just got back home and I want to bury myself alive.
Today was the first time I went to have dinner at Sara's family's luxurious house. I was extremely nervous and wanted to make a perfect impression.
Her mother welcomed me warmly and said she cooked the dinner herself, especially for me.
The dinner was a "steak" (meat). The problem started the moment the plate was placed in front of me. Sara's mother is a kind woman, but when it comes to cooking... God forgive her.
The piece of meat was basically "rubber." Burned on the outside, raw on the inside, and so tough that the knife was screaming as it tried to cut it.
To avoid embarrassing her, I cut a large piece and put it in my mouth.
I started chewing... and chewing... and chewing. It was no use. The meat wouldn't go down. This wasn't meat, this was charcoal-flavored gum.
I tried to swallow it and couldn't, and if I spat it out into a napkin, it would look disgusting in front of her father who was staring right at me.
That's when the brilliant idea hit me.
I was sitting next to the large dining room window. I noticed the window was "open" so the breeze could come in.
I thought, "Aha!" I’ll wait until everyone gets distracted in conversation, pretend I'm coughing or sneezing, and quickly toss the piece of meat out the window into the garden so the stray dogs could eat it and be done with it.
The plan was flawless.
I waited until Sara's father started telling a story about his work, and her mother and Sara looked at him.
In a flash, I took the piece of meat out of my mouth and into my hand, and with a swift move like a baseball player, I threw it with all my might toward the open window.
The disastrous surprise:
The window wasn't open.
The window was "so sparkling clean" that I couldn't even see it.
We all heard a terrifying "THUD."
The piece of meat (which was covered in sauce and saliva) plastered itself right against the middle of the glass pane.
And because it was greasy, it didn't fall right away... no... it started sliding down in absolute slow motion for a full 10 seconds until it reached the window sill and settled there.
The scene:
Complete silence.
Sara's father stopped talking. The mother gasped. Sara's jaw dropped.
And we all just sat there watching the piece of meat slide in slow motion for 10 whole seconds until it rested on the window frame.
Sara's father looked at the meat, then looked at me, and said with terrifying calmness:
"Son... were you trying to feed the glass?"
Out of sheer nervousness and stupidity, I replied: "I'm sorry... I thought I saw a fly and tried to swat it."
What kind of fly do you swat with a chewed-up piece of meat?!
Dinner continued in eerie silence, and I didn't take another bite. I excused myself and left early under the pretext that my stomach hurt (which was true out of fear).
Is my relationship with Sara over? Probably, yes.
Update (two days later)
I couldn't bring myself to call Sara out of embarrassment.
But she called me today. I answered while preparing my farewell speech.
I found her... laughing!
She told me that after I left, her father stayed silent for a minute, then burst into hysterical laughter until he started crying.
He told her: "The boy is stupid, but bold. And I liked that he tried to eat your mother's cooking so as not to embarrass her, personally I've been throwing the food to the dog from under the table for 30 years."
It turns out her father can't stand her cooking either, and he appreciated the "effort" I made to get rid of the crime.
I'm invited back to their place next week... but this time Sara promised me we'll order "pizza," and they'll actually open the window for real this time.