Good-Timing

My household went out to celebrate one of my housemates' birthdays, and some drinking was involved, and I came home early with another of my housemates, since we were taking the bus, and the others were going by car. We arrived home first, and a little while later, our housemates returned, one of them in tears. She was with two of her friends and they surrounded her with a group hug, while birthday girl tried to console her but being equally drunk said the wrong things, and we all gathered 'round and listened to why she felt like her heart was breaking.
I was sitting on the steps, and they were all sitting on the living room couch. The crying continued even after she'd finished her story, and the guy-bashing (of course it was a man's fault) began. The situation however, remained tense and no watery chuckles were forthcoming, despite several attempts at jokes.
Feeling a bit sleepy, however, my attention was wandering... and landed on a spider creeping up the banister. A big creepy spider. So I crossed the room and picked up a shoe (I hesitated there, I really wanted to pick whichever shoe was closest, but I finally decided on my own...) walked back to the steps, stared intently at the banister to relocate the spider... and er, disposed of the spider. Then settled back onto the step, at which point I realized that the crying had stopped, the consoling had stopped, and the half-drunken rambling had stopped... because everyone was staring at me in shock, wondering why I'd just walked around the room with a shoe... Well... at least it broke the tension, right? Laughter broke out, and the conversation flowed, starting at spider phobias and moving right on to normal girl-talk. So bad-timing can be good-timing in a way!