I have never seriously cut myself with a smooth edged kitchen knife. We've always been good friends. However, I firmly believe serrated knives are out to get me. Most recently I neatly sliced off the tip of my left pointer finger (just the ball of my finger, not the nail or bone) with a bread knife. A mere month later that same finger was cut with yet ANOTHER serrated knife while doing dishes at the cafe I volunteer at. Only moments ago one of my steak knives violently twisted toward my fingers while I was cutting (no blood spilled). Coincidence? I think not!
At this point I would be only mildly surprised to enter the kitchen one night to find all serrated knives plotting my demise.
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