My wife and the knife
February 29, 2008We all have our prejudices. Liz, it seems, reserves her most irrational biases for one specific piece of silverware in our collection.
It’s just an ordinary dinner knife, shiny and silvery like all of the others. But its blade is broader than normal, and its handle is thicker and rounder.
Not only does Liz complain about this knife, she segregates it from the others. While the rest of the knives happily congregate in their section of the utensil organizer, she throws this one into the “unorganized” part of the drawer, where it languishes alongside the chopsticks and other neglected implements.
She may claim this location to be “separate but equal.” When you reside in the low-rent district of the drawer, though, you’re likely to be forgotten. At a minimum, you’ll be used less often than the other knives. And, really, is there anything sadder than an unused utensil?
My Track Record 
Not the sharpest knife in the drawer? (I had to ask.)
That's it, Crowther. Next time you're on a long run, the knife gets tossed out.
I'm with you, Liz. We have one spoon that doesn't match the others, and I bury it at the bottom of the drawer so it never gets used.