Lessons From the Kissing Booth

I broke a glass today, the first since I acquired them (and moved here) a year ago. It wasn't a spectacular break, I didn't smash it and make my kitchen a hazard for the next three weeks. I was just washing the dishes and bumped the thick base of another glass against a fault line. A small chunk fell out from the top and I quickly washed it down the drain. I held up the glass to appraise the damage, to see if maybe I could continue to use it, but it was cracked all the way down the side.
And so now I no longer have a full set.