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Yes, I busted ANOTHER wine glass and again couldn’t do it in anything resembling a quiet incident. This time I was just trying to handwash one from last night and managed to drop it in the sink. And this time I managed to have a piece of it hit my finger and I had to have
Of course, there was a bit of miscommunication when I called him up for assistance. Somehow all he heard was the part about “be careful with the garbage, there is broken glass in it” and missed the “I need help with not bleeding out” part – he is dutifully getting the trash bag tied up and out and I am standing there going, “Um, thanks, but I’m still bleeding.” “Huh? OH!”
And being the sympathetic sort he truly is, his next concern was that I had not somehow bled into dinner. No, dinner is safe. Goulash soup, tastes pretty good at the halfway point and smells heavenly.
ETA: This was all before any wine was actually consumed…