My most embarassing moment was several weeks ago. I was in the office at work steeling my knife on the nice steel from the deli. It was a little busy and I was paying more attention to what was going on to see if I needed to go out an open my register. Well, the knife skipped off the steel and right into the knuckle of my left pointer. It didn't hurt, but I felt the blood instantly run down my arm. This is the most blood I've ever seen... enough that I could hear it dripping on the floor.
My first instinct was to get a bandaid. So I go to the first aid kit, leaking life juice as I'm going and get a tiny-ass little bandaid. By this time there was so much blood that it wouldn't stick.
I run into to the deli to get two rags, a clean one to hold on my finger and a dirty one for the floor. So I clean up the blood on the floor and the customer service manager comes in. He's as much of a knife nut as I am and all he could say was "uh... Ben?" "Yeah, I cut myself." So I go to the bathroom. Get it kinda cleaned up and wrapped.
It bled for a good hour. The cut wasn't big enough to need stitches, I just tapped a vein. I'm actually very lucky I didn't cut a tendon.
I heal very fast, so it was healed in a day or two, but it left a hell of a bruise. Thinking about it right now is making it hurt a little... left a scar.
I've handled knives all my life... just goes to show that even a skilled operator makes mistakes.
Ben