i'm with ya, B.
i'except i'm only old to young little you-know-whats.
i've eaten glass shards before, or actually drank them. i dated a tgi fridays bartender briefly a long time ago, and one night she broke a glass on the top shelf of a rack of glasses. apparently, she didn't clean them up that well as she served me a frozen margarita in a hurricane glass from the bottom shelf. or so she said.
after a few crunchy sips of the drink, the manager came over and freaked out when i said something to the bartender chick unfortunately and unintentionally loud enough to hear.
i had to fill out this giant form just in case i got sick later on.
it started to turn into a bbc mystery when i later found out that she was living with her boyfriend who happened to be a bartender in the little irish dive next door.
nothing bad ended up happening, neither with the glass nor the little boyfriend as we talked it out. very uncommon for 2 irishmen, especially for a napoleonic man and me, both from the land of poets, scholars, but mostly crazy people.
so yeah, i'll skip the cupcakes.
the baked ones, just for accuracy.
hmm, i must be old considering that was 23 years ago.