OK... I have another one. I have a regular group of guys that I see often in a local club. Although women are welcome at this time it is about 25 guys, give or take a few. We have a regular monthly meeting, play poker once a week, and meet up to smoke a cigar and enjoy an adult libation from time to time. Sometimes after a little too much whiskey the white collar boys need a canoe to get of their river of testosterone.
Just before the poker game started one night, one of the more loudmouthed boys spied me showing an amigo of mine one of my new purchases (actually, a Kershaw Crosslock). Having opened up his finger before on another of my knives he was studying the knife closely but had not desire to "thumb" the edge. Seeing how careful he was being handling the knife one of the more macho guys had to see the knife so he could pronounce judgement. He had already told me before how well he sharpened, how he could sharpen anything, and I was completely unimpressed. He thought he was thumbing the edge of one of his knives and cut himself pretty deeply. He winced, tried to hide the cut, and handed it to the other big mouth sitting next to him. Victim #2 wasn't paying attention, didn't want to interrupt the story he was telling, and thumbed it pretty hard. "SONOVAB$TCH!!" was the next thing I heard from him when the blood started running down his hand and onto his wrist.
He looked at idiot #! and said, "why didn't you tell me it was that sharp?" He was pissed! Idiot #1 confessed, "I handed it to you so I could put some pressure on the cut I had on my thumb as it was starting to drip". They got blood on the poker table, a little on themselves, and I am ashamed to say I just couldn't quit laughing. Two of the biggest braggarts I know cut themselves on my folder. They were pissed off at each other, themselves, and finally at me for not "warning them".
I reminded them how they had constantly told me how sharp their knives were and that as manly men, they knew their way around razor sharp cutlery. I asked them to produce said knives, and my home butter knives are shaving equipment compared to their blades. I had way too much fun after that. "What did you sharpen these on? A rock? The street curb? A floor sander?" I had a lot of fun at their expense and they were pissed off for a few weeks because they were so embarrassed and that their knives wouldn't cut warm peanut butter. They thought their knives were really sharp.
Both of them should have had a few stitches but pride kept them from it. One kept his thumb bandaged for almost 90 days as it kept oozing.
That night after they had their fingers wrapped (one under compression) and the bleeding was contained I told them both that if any of their blood got in my knife and fouled it in any way I was going to have it cleaned and send them the bill. Had to pour a little salt on the wounds, so to speak. The upshot is that neither of them has ever even had a conversation about cutlery with me for any reason. And the boys won't let them forget it. They will say things like "hey Lloyd, if your knife won't cut that you can always borrow Robert's knife!". Makes me laugh every time.
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