So, last night I wanted a bagel, easy right? No. Our bagels are hard like rocks, but i was hungry and desperate, so I grabbed a steak knife in an attempt to cut open my bagel. I did cut open my bagel, but also cut my middle finger open to the bone. after waiting thrity minutes with toliet paper wrapped around my finger, I decided after bleeding all over the place to have my mom take me to the ER because we didn’t have bandaids, I thought they would tape me up. Wrong. After three shots in the joints of my fingers and four stitches (thats all it took sadly) later I was okay. I can’t play my drum though or draw, or type really fast.
I inflicted some minor nicks on my hands with a big ol’ serrated bread knife trying to hack through some hard-ass bagels. But damn, no, nothing to this degree.
Actually, Roun, bagel knife is probably some weird Canadian word for some other utensil. Probably fork. It’s very much akin to their “Canadian Bacon.” It’s ham, you silly people.
More weird I haven’t heard about, let alone seen or ate. How fun. You should have used a breadknife, at least if the breadknives you got are anything like the ones we got: I’m pretty sure they’d make excellent saws.
