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So a few moments ago, a co-worker of mine came back through the door from a quick trip to Harry's Farmers Market, just down the street, brandishing a cheddar cheese log. He stopped at my office on the way to his and asked, "Hey man, can I barrow a knife for a sec to cut this?"
I said, "sure thing."
I tossed him my CS Recon 1 folder. A second later I hear a muffled, "d@mnit."
I walk over to his office to find him looking at his desk.
He says, "what the hell? You didn't tell me it was that sharp. I just cut through the cheddar log, through my comfy desk cover foamy thingy, and carved a big chunk out of my beautiful desk."
I said, "cool."
He said, "that's not cool! I didn't think it would do that!"
I said, "what did you think it would do, cut through the wrapper and the cheese and then decide not to cut your desk cover or your desk?"
He said, "well...no, but why didn't you tell me it was that sharp?"
I replied, "It's a knife. It's supposed to be sharp. Would you close it before you hand it back please? I'm supersticious."
It's always funny to me when people are surprised when a knife does what it's supposed to. It's like there's something wrong with it because it cuts like a laser. Everytime I'm grabbing whatever knives I'm taking with me for the day, before I leave the dresser, I always check to see how sharp they are. If it's not hair popping sharp, sharp enough to make the hair jump off your arm just by pointing it at them, I go ahead and touch it up. I always forget that not everyone is as familiar with edged tools and use them as often as I do. Sometimes my brain just assumes that everyone uses a good folder to prepare their lunch.
I said, "sure thing."
I tossed him my CS Recon 1 folder. A second later I hear a muffled, "d@mnit."
I walk over to his office to find him looking at his desk.
He says, "what the hell? You didn't tell me it was that sharp. I just cut through the cheddar log, through my comfy desk cover foamy thingy, and carved a big chunk out of my beautiful desk."
I said, "cool."
He said, "that's not cool! I didn't think it would do that!"
I said, "what did you think it would do, cut through the wrapper and the cheese and then decide not to cut your desk cover or your desk?"
He said, "well...no, but why didn't you tell me it was that sharp?"
I replied, "It's a knife. It's supposed to be sharp. Would you close it before you hand it back please? I'm supersticious."
It's always funny to me when people are surprised when a knife does what it's supposed to. It's like there's something wrong with it because it cuts like a laser. Everytime I'm grabbing whatever knives I'm taking with me for the day, before I leave the dresser, I always check to see how sharp they are. If it's not hair popping sharp, sharp enough to make the hair jump off your arm just by pointing it at them, I go ahead and touch it up. I always forget that not everyone is as familiar with edged tools and use them as often as I do. Sometimes my brain just assumes that everyone uses a good folder to prepare their lunch.
