Yum, Yum, Fillet o' ThumbWhen I was 15 years old, my grandfather bought me a genuine Victorinox Swiss Army Knife identical to the one you see below. It was a really nice model with two blades, a wicked saw, can opener, bottle opener, two screwdrivers, corkscrew, leather punch (that I used to pick locks), toothpick and tweezers. This was right around the time that the TV show MacGuyver was popular and I took advantage of any situation that allowed me to whip out my knife. So naturally I took it to work with me every day at the supermarket where I worked as a bag-boy.
I went about my business slicing and a replentishing the bag supply when I began to notice rather large spots of blood on the floor, on the cart, on the boxes I was cutting--everywhere. Still not realizing what had happened, I searched for the source of the crimson spotting. Eventually, I noticed my thumb bleeding away. "COOL!" I exclaimed as I pulled the flap of skin back and peered into the fleshy crevice. "The girls up front are going to love this! I went up to the front desk, cutting and bumping people out of the way and I placed my left hand on the service counter where it immediately began to create a free-flowing crimson pool. Without motioning to or drawing attention to my hand I said "Uhh, Cathy (that's not her real name), what do you think I should do about this?" "Do about what, Dan?"I motioned to my hand, now totally encompassesed by a pool of blood and needless to say, she freaked. I just started laughing. Scaring people is cool--but scars are cooler! |
I never had a problem with my knife until that one fateful day on the front-end
of the store when I decided to use the largest blade on my knife (just to scare
the old people into thinking that I was some sort of psycho) to open boxes
filled
with plastic bags. I would hold the box, slice four times to cut the top off,
place the box under the register and then proceed on. On about the fifth box,
my mind began to wander about and I failed to notice that I had
placed my hand directly in the trajectory of the knife. Not only did I
slice the box, I put a really deep gash in the webbing between my left index finger
and thumb. Funny thing was, I didn't even feel it.
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