There is a reason for everything!
Two weekends ago I had a smallish barbecue over my house. It was the usual fare: chicken, steaks, whatever. We bought one of those gigantic steaks, like the ones for London broil. Anyway, it came out a little tough and my friend said that he would cut it before we served it. I only have two knives (not like dinner knives or steak knives) and I said they were both really, really dull. I do have a knife sharpener, I just never get around to sharpening them. It takes time to do them properly.
He told me I should sharpen them. “I’ll get right on it,” I promised, but I never sharpened the knives. Since I’m not sawing large chunks of meat on a daily basis, I don’t really care.
So anyway, last night, I’m slicing onions for an omelet. Yes, I’m using my dull ass blade, but for some reason I got distracted. I don’t know what happened but the knife slipped and it sliced right across my hand. To be such a dull ass blade, it sure did cut quite deeply. Now, if that knife had been properly sharpened, I might have sliced my entire finger right off!
And you know what finger it is? It’s my middle finger! I need that finger.
It’s my favourite one.