Some Days You Just Can't Win

We're just back from our bi-weekly beer and commissary run out to Cannon Airplane Patch and we were looking forward to another episode of "Broadening Our Horizons" with a Lips of Faith Sour Brown Ale which looks like the pic on the right, below.  But we won't be able to do so because of the weirdest turn of events.  To wit, this:

That, Gentle Reader, is a hole right DEAD center in the bottle cap.  I loaded the beer right up close to the passenger compartment firewall in the trunk, as I always do.  I felt a slight "ping" when I shut the trunk lid but thought nothing of it... until I got home and began unloading my groceries.  I noticed the trunk smelled a lot like beer and I had the briefest "uh-oh" sort of thought.  But a cursory examination revealed no broken bottles in the bags... so where was the smell coming from?  

All was revealed once I got indoors.  Apparently the hinge pin on the trunk latch caught the bottle of La Folie right dead center in the bottle cap, punching a neat lil hole in it.  Although the bottle remained upright during the trip home, the to and fro motion of my exuberant driving was enough to cause half of the bottle's contents to leak into the bag it was in, along with a significant amount which leaked out of the bag and on to the trunk's carpeting.  Sigh.

Well, that's that.  I'm afraid to drink the beer for fear there might be small glass particles therein.  So... it looks like I just threw away 14 Yankee dollars.  It sure smelled good, tho.

Update, 1338 hrs:  I decided to drink what was left, after all.  I uncapped the bottle and felt around the lip to find no jagged edges, so I think I'm safe.  It's pretty danged good, even considering the fact I'm drinking it at room temperature.  That's no big deal... we DID live in Ol' Blighty for three years.