We used to have one of those plastic knifes. The ones that were supposed to stay sharp longer and be better at cutting stuff. I used to use it a lot, and sometimes I would try it on my skin to see if it would cut me. I would actually apply a bit of pressure. And not once did it cut me. One night I was cutting something with it and ran it across my arm, since it became somewhat of a habit at that point, when my mom got freaked. I calmly told here that there was no way I was gonna cut myself since Ive done it many times before, I then tried again to cut my finger to show her that it was fine, and that's when it happened. I sliced my fingertip. It was rather deep, considering the amount of pressure I applied. I quickly drop the knife. My mom scare shitless(most likely at her son, for doing something so stupid) quickly rushed to see how badly I had cut myself. I still look at my index finger and see my fingerprint sliced in half and somewhat displaced.
We used to have one of those plastic knifes. The ones that were supposed to stay sharp longer and be better at cutting stuff. I used to use it a lot, and sometimes I would try it on my skin to see if it would cut me. I would actually apply a bit of pressure. And not once did it cut me. One night I was cutting something with it and ran it across my arm, since it became somewhat of a habit at that point, when my mom got freaked. I calmly told here that there was no way I was gonna cut myself since Ive done it many times before, I then tried again to cut my finger to show her that it was fine, and that's when it happened. I sliced my fingertip. It was rather deep, considering the amount of pressure I applied. I quickly drop the knife. My mom scare shitless(most likely at her son, for doing something so stupid) quickly rushed to see how badly I had cut myself. I still look at my index finger and see my fingerprint sliced in half and somewhat displaced.