Glass is the bane of my existence right now. Whomever invented glass centuries and centuries ago ought to feel ashamed for making the contraption. Yes I know it’s the material keeping me guarded from the cold wind outside, but I stand by this statement!
I cooked burgers and taco meat tonight for gradual consumption over the next week, so naturally I used about every pot, pan, and dish available within my grasp in the kitchen. Also naturally, I’ve procrastinated the rest of the night to wash said dishes.
Thus comes dishwashing at 1:30am. My apartment doesn’t have a dishwasher, so I handwash a glass pot lid and place it on a drying rack on top of the fridge.
I was shocked by the noise for a moment and turned around to see gllass, everywhere. In number reaching a limit at infinity plus one, and at a blast radius of four or five feet of the rack.
I don’t know how it managed to go so far, I only have an 11th grade Physics level but it dropped maybe 3 inches onto a bowl next to it on the rack… I think the laws of physics are just deciding to take the night off.
Sooo I end up staying up another hour cleaning up the millions of tiny shards of glass from my kitchen. Ranging in size from grains of sand to about 2 millimeters in diameter… And I have to rewash all the dishes since the other dishes on the rack got glass shards on them. Glass on the floor, glass on the fridge, glass on the stove, glass on the tiny bit of carpet within range.