The Amazing Glass Splitter!

As the title would suggest, a glass was indeed split down the middle at a family restaurant. Is it the works of mischievous ectoplasmic entities? telekinesis or just a cheap dollar-store drinking glass?

On Friday night, I decided to treat Megan to a lavish meal at a Swiss Chalet. At the locale, Meganetta and I enraptured ourselves in our own little world reminiscing about a few things and sharing a few laughs. Our waiter arrived with our drinks. I held my bottle of lemonade horizontally above eye level and began filling my glass from a high attitude. Don't ask why? It seemed like a good idea at the time!

The glass was about half full at this point (See! I can be an optimist!) so I put the bottle down. At this point, I was spacing out for a second, probably lack of sleep or something, then I felt something cold dripping into my lap. That's odd I thought. I looked up and what came into focus before me was a very bizarre image. My drinking glass had split up and moved away from each other.

In lieu of the wet lap, I did not face this phenomenon with frustration or embarrassment, but embraced it with bright-eyed curiosity! How could this division take place? Mitosis? I turned to Megan immediately, "How did it happen? did you see it??" She didn't but it certainly made her night though.

Later, our wise waiter offered his theory on the cause, but I ain't gonna bore you with the details. It's more fun not knowing sometimes. If only my splitting powers would work on dinner checks too... ;)