The Loneliest Glass

When we moved into this house I brought four (4) nice wine glasses and the Hurricane bought a typical glass set from Target or somewhere. That set included eight (8) tall drinking glasses and four (4) shorter glasses. So total we had sixteen (16) drinking glasses of some sort.

Then the Hurricane attacked. I should have known this was coming because he broke his giant glass bong the very first day he moved in. I hadn't even moved in yet and there was glass shards on the carpet along with bong water soaked in, and the smell that comes along with that. Pretty much every other day some sort of glass object would be shattered and either not cleaned up at all, or half assed.

I came home one evening and there was a glass shattered in the kitchen. Thousands of pieces everywhere. The Hurricane was sitting in front of the TV like usual so I actually said something this time.

BD: What happened here?
Hurr: Oh yea I think I broke another glass...

He got up and scurried over and said he will clean it up. I thought...you THINK you broke a glass? Do you not remember that event? What kind of drunk doesn't even remember breaking a glass? Then ignores it and watches TV? I couldn't handle this so I walked to the water and watched the sunset talking to some chicks on the lifeguard tower.

I returned to see the Hurricane again right in front of the TV. I walked over to the kitchen to survey the damage cleanup....and he had tried to clean it up. I say tried because he failed miserably. He cleaned up about half the peices. And not even in any kind of order, the pieces were still scattered randomly throughout the entire floor, there were just less of them. How the F does someone clean about 500 tiny pieces of glass up off a floor while leaving about 500 remaining? Just...how?

BD: Dude theres glass everywhere still.
Hurr: There is? I cleaned it up...
BD: Not even close, walk around in there barefoot then if you think that!
Hurr: Hmmm, OK I'll clean it up again.
BD: No way I'll do it...

I get down and start picking up the larger pieces by hand and the Hurricane is standing behind me watching me.

BD: Hand me the broom and I'll get the rest.
Hurr: We have a broom?
BD: Ummmm, yes we do, it's in cleaning closet.
Hurr: We have a cleaning closet?
BD: Are you serious? You said you just cleaned this up and you don't even know we have a broom or a cleaning closet!!??

He could tell I was pretty irate at this point and scattered off into his room and closed the door. This happened probably the first month we moved in, September or so, before I got all my aggravation and frustration out by writing here.

So fast forward to today, seven months later and I present you the loneliest glass in the world. It is the sole remaining intact glass left in the house from the original sixteen (16).

I have never walked barefoot in my own house.