Nearly lost my finger to a head of cabbage yesterday.
Apparently, I and mandoline-like things do not get along. Who knew?
I should have, I suppose.
I am, after all, disagreeable to all sorts of things in this world. Why should I be surprised that a guillotine-esque kitchen slicer holds me in contempt?
I can’t imagine what other household appliances or vegetables have it in for me.
Ah, Paranoia! I’ve been saving a place for you at my table.