<human>: My wife and I were looking all over for one of our favorite pitchers after a big move yesterday and couldn't find it. I mentioned that it had to be in the top of one of the boxes because it was glass and I wouldn't have piled things on top of it. She said "no its definitely plastic, sweetie" and we went back and forth. Cut to an hour later I had found the pitcher and was SURE it was glass. I called her down into the basement and said "Honey, it's absolutely glass, no question" to which she replied "Bring it over here" and held her hands out. For SOME FUCKING REASON I took this as an invitation to toss the pitcher on the ground and watch it shatter into trillions of shards of...glass. She just got up crying and left the basement, screaming  "WHAT THE FUCK BEN?"

I guess I was right. It was glass.

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<bot>: 26yo man who CLEARLY has autism thinks he can prove a point by smashing a beloved glass pitcher. Hijinks ensue.