The watermelon sat on the counter, just doing what watermelons do…

Every time I tried to position it for the perfect slicing spot, it would wobble and present a not so suitable area for incision.

You know how they can be….

I held it in the place I had chosen and stuffed a dish towel around the bottom to keep it from moving as I prepared to begin disassembling.

Blood Thirsty Bitch!

The only problem was that I had not put down the recently purchased, brand new, deadly serrated Wal-Mart watermelon knife.

As I tucked the rag under the watermelon with my left hand, I reached up with my right to steady the fruit.

Do you know that feeling that you get when you have cut yourself badly?

It’s a slight bump against the thumb, in this case, a quick cold burn.

You don’t even have to look!

The stupid…