Feet and knives.
My feet seem to attract knives, on no less then 3 seperate occasions I have narrowly avoided impailing my foot.

First:
I was aged around 7, playing with my new toy, a Swiss army knife. (I don't know why I was allowed it, I was and am as clumbsy as a drunk kitten.) I was sat in the shed, converted into a play house, and had my shoes off, I was dropping the knife into a cardboard box point first to make it stick in. Then I had a bright idea, "I'll drop it side ways so the blade cuts in!"

The knife dropped, hit the box, and being heavier at the handle then the blade, it spun back over itself, and towards my little foot. Physics may not have been on my side, but luck was, the blade stuck up from between two of my toes, unbelivably, slipping between a gap you can't even see through, no damage to me.

Second:
Just starting my second year of uni, I got a new magnetic knife rack, with new, sharp knives. Unpacking, I showed it to a house mate, who when having a look, demonstrated his stupidity by moving the rack, complete with knives, violently towards himself. Blades began to wobble, I grabbed it back to stop him hurting himself, only for one of the knives to fall. I stepped back quickly, anouther knife fell, anouther step back, anouther knife. By the time it stopped, only two short knives were left on the rack, I had my back to the wall, legs spread far appart and three knives were stuck point first in the floor, and one lay on it's side having left a gash in the carpet.

Third:
Last year, doing the dishes in my parents house, I place a large knife in the drainer. My mam's knives are pretty high quality, the the blade and handle are molded together in the steel, making them sturdy and heavy. She also sharpens them every outher week, making them razor sharp. Putting anouther item in the drainer, which manages to knock the knife from it's place. I hardly saw it, just a shape darting in my periferal vision, yet my body was three steps ahead of my brain. Ever played a video game with a quick dodge button, the type that makes you nimbly dodge out of harms way? It was like that. I somehow was 3 feet back from where I had been stood, knife stuck in the lino floor, wobbling comicaly, dead center of where my right foot had been seconds earlier.
(Mong goose, Thu 19 Aug 2010, 23:23, Reply)