Every so often I gather up the stacks and stacks of papers from their various surfaces and plop myself in front of the t.v. to deal with them. Junk mail gets ripped up, recyclable stuff gets sorted, and possibly-important envelopes get opened, usually with my finger.
OOOOWWWW!!!!! I got a papercut that I believe went to the bone! Ok, maybe not, but who can tell? I sure didn’t look – I just pinched the flesh closed and popped a bandaid on that digit.
Letter openers for me from now on, thank you.
(This is how dry my posting well has become. I’m writing about a papercut, for cryin’ out loud.)