Forgive me. When I read or hear about breaking glass I a immediatley transported to the Summer of 85 and tragedy of the first love of my life.
That’s ok. Your sad moment would have fit well in some comedy, where the father gives his son and expensive heirloom necklace and, just when he hands it off, it gets dropped in a sewer drain to never be retrievable.
I can relate to your moment.
You too?