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First knife accidents. My Dad gave me a Western M49 Bowie, I oiled the blade, cut the fingerprint off my index finger... no blood. scared the bejeezus outta me. I respected knives a lot more after that
but not enough apparently.
Tried to pry off the rubber casing of a fish tank aerator with a cheap Scagel knockoff, slipped, oops. Still got that scar across my left index finger. My grandmother had to butterfly it. Boy was she mad
Funniest was when I was in a coffee house bathroom. Just finished my business, when I realized my back was itchy. I could just reach the spot but couldn't scratch it well. So, lemme use my Benchmade 970! So I hold my shirt up with one hand, and scratch my back using the knife edge, carefully... then my pants fall down, I try to grab them before my wallet tumbles into the john or something... and I embed the 970 an inch into my thigh. I staunch the bleeding with towels, waltz out and ask for a bandaid, and waltz back in to tape down wadded paper towel with a bandaid, until I can get home.
My ego is still scarred

but not enough apparently.
Tried to pry off the rubber casing of a fish tank aerator with a cheap Scagel knockoff, slipped, oops. Still got that scar across my left index finger. My grandmother had to butterfly it. Boy was she mad

Funniest was when I was in a coffee house bathroom. Just finished my business, when I realized my back was itchy. I could just reach the spot but couldn't scratch it well. So, lemme use my Benchmade 970! So I hold my shirt up with one hand, and scratch my back using the knife edge, carefully... then my pants fall down, I try to grab them before my wallet tumbles into the john or something... and I embed the 970 an inch into my thigh. I staunch the bleeding with towels, waltz out and ask for a bandaid, and waltz back in to tape down wadded paper towel with a bandaid, until I can get home.
My ego is still scarred
