Once I ran with scissors, tripped and fell face down. The scissors landed handle side down, splayed open with the edges of both blades pressed against my jugulars as I fell into them. Luckily they were dull AF and I didn’t fall hard. I have never and will never ever run with scissors again.
Once I carried a ginormous pair of scissors to the room where we keep our cat’s bowls so that I could cut open the food bags. As I walked out, the hand holding the scissors bumped into the doorframe, driving the blades into my gut. Fortunately, there was discomfort, but no penetration. “Phew!” thought I; “I’ll be more careful next time I’m carrying these scissors.”
Anyway, on my way out of the cat room, the exact same thing happened in reverse. Since then, I haven’t handled those scissors, nor inadvertently stabbed myself with any others.
I’m no furniture designer, but I feel like the ladder portion of that chair should be in front, not on the side.
i like how the speaking characters are hidden off to the side rather than being the focus point. it makes this strip so much more interesting.
Love the lady carrying the scissors point down down.
