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TIFU by making iced tea in the dumbest, and bloodiest, way ever.

"It's a hot day," I thought to myself, "and I haven't made iced tea in a while. Why don't I do that?"

Why not indeed? I put on the kettle, grabbed my nice glass pitchers, and tossed a few black tea bags into one and some peppermint tea bags in the other. "Aaah," I thought to myself. "I'll drink this stuff and read my old AD&D 2nd Edition Planescape stuff. It'll be nice."

Once the water was hot, I poured it over the bags. It's iced tea, you know? That's how you make it. I removed the bags (they'd done their job) and mixed in some sugar, because that's how I like it. And if you've made iced tea before, then you know that the next step is to add water. In fact, I had some water that was already cold, having been in the fridge for over a day and a-

Dear Reader, at this point, I will divulge that I am in my late 40s. I am sufficiently experienced and educated about such things as "tempered glass" and "why we need tempered glass".

I am also old enough to forget it all like some kind of dope.

So I poured the VERY COLD WATER into the HOT, UNTEMPERED-GLASS PITCHER containing the black tea and I heard a

pop

...and thought, "Hey, that's not a good sound." Indeed, it wasn't; the glass was cracking. "Oh, yeah," I thought. "Cheap glass pitchers. I wonder if I can pick this up and transfer the tea to this plastic pitcher before the rest of it cracks?", I thought to myself, as I was picking up the pitcher and it cracked.

So there I was, looking down at a bunch of iced tea that I'd never get to drink, spilled all over my counter and the stovetop and the floor. "Damn," I thought, "I'd better get something which which to mop up all this iced tea, and also clean up those...red...why are there bloody toe-prints on my fllllll...."

Turns out? When the bottom of the broken pitcher had hit the top of my stockinged foot, it also sliced open my toe, and, you know, there's blood in those things and that's a way to get it to come out.

Needless to say -or is it?-, I made sure to fill the other pitcher with room-temperature tap water...and resolved to get some tempered glass pitchers sometime soon, and to not do that stupid shit again.

But first, of course, I put on a band-aid and mopped up. I'm not that dumb.

Usually.

TL;DR: I forgot that hot glass cracks when you put cold water in it, thereby cracking a pitcher and cutting my toe open.

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