One Thanksgiving while I was dreading going to my sister-in-law's for dinner I was taking stuff off a motor that I was taking out of my truck. Rusted fasteners are always the culprit right? Pulled on the wrench and it slipped off the nut, I opened an nice slice on my wrist from a very rusty bit of sheetmetal. That's when I got my last shot. The ER doctor who sewed me up (in a white shirt, tie, black pants: He was on his way to dinner when he was paged...) said the dinner couldnt be bad enough to slit my wrist. I said "You dont know my sister-in-law."