Broken Bodum, take 2

For the second time in six months, I have broken a bodum. The first time was entirely my fault—I accidentally knocked it over and it shattered into a million little pieces on my kitchen floor. Clean up was a bitch and I mourned my Bodum-brand French press for the duration of an afternoon.

This time, all I did was press the plunger down. And this happened:


Note, though, that the piece of glass on the counter does not match the gap in the bodum.


Which means that the other piece is in my coffee. Which means that I cannot even drink my coffee for fear of little glass pieces. Which also means that I won't be buying a cheap-ass IKEA bodum again.

And yes, those are homemade chocolate chip cookies in the photo's background. You know what goes great with chocolate chip cookies?

Coffee. That's what.