You Can’t Sweep That Under The Carpet
(My flatmate and I have to replace a damaged carpet in the flat. We have lifted it up and are cutting it up to throw away. I am notoriously accident-prone and, as a result, my flatmate does not trust me with anything even remotely risky and often warns me to be careful. Despite this, I am the one in charge of using the Stanley knife as I have used one before. She has already given me several warnings about safe use.)
Me: *mumbling* “Hmm, there’s not really a good way to sit. Okay, I’ll cut slowly so that I don’t hit my leg.”
Flatmate: “WHAT?”
Me: “Huh? Oh, sorry, I was talking to myself there.”
Flatmate: “Are you going to injure yourself?”
Me: *exasperated* “No! I was actually thinking about the safest way to do this. I have a sharp knife so there’s always a risk of injury but I’m thinking of how *not* to hurt myself.”
Flatmate: “Fine, but be careful. ”
Me: “Will do.” *I pick up the edge of the carpet* “Right, cutting time.”
Flatmate: “Actually, maybe I could just rip it…”
(Just as I start to slice through the carpet, my flatmate holds up the edge, right in the line of where my knife will be in roughly three seconds.)
Me: “Woah!” *I jerk my arm upwards, narrowly missing her hand*
Flatmate: “Huh? Oh, s***, I didn’t see—”
Me: “Okay. You do not put your hand on the carpet when I’m cutting it. This knife is sharp, okay? I could have seriously injured you then. Never do something like that when there’s a knife involved, especially if there’s a chance I won’t see you. Got it?”
Flatmate: “…sorry. You’re right. That was so stupid of me and I’m lucky you saw what I was doing when you did.”
(I never received another lecture on safety again.)
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