Many years ago my best friend, who had the coolest knife collection any little kid ever had, got a brand new Swiss Army knife. He brought it over to show me--we lived across the street from each other. While it was open I grabbed it out of his hand and nearly sliced his thumb off. It was repaired. It's a favorite story he likes to tell. I think he tried to take it out of my hand--blade first. We'll never know (he is probably right).
Now, about 35 years later, my friend, who still lacks feeling in the tip of his thumb, went on a European vacation and while in Switzerland purchased the same Swiss Army knife for my son that I used to slice his thumb. He is a very funny guy and this is the card my son received with the knife:
