How about having to send the new knife right back for return or warranty service? Ouch...
Honestly though? I'm 38 now. 10 years ago it was absolute torture waiting. It's gotten to be a *little* easier anyway.
I have come to the realization, too, that the waiting in anticipation is probably, in reality, the best part. Don't get me wrong, it's not that I feel disappointed when the knife gets here, but I do start craving the next one right away, and I know that what I'm actually craving IS that anticipation... that waiting... that checking the tracking every hour... the joy I feel on the day that it's supposed to be here and opening the mailbox and seeing the box.
Does that make sense?