My southern beau is a talented knife maker. That being said, he often works with all sorts of what I consider to be dangerous tools and he isn't always as careful as I think he should be. What makes me feel this way? The vast number of accidents he has had in the past few years with machinery that goes awry.
A few times he has taken himself to the emergency room instead of calling me to do so because he was afraid of the fuss I would make.
His latest casualty? Several (seriously, several!) layers of skin on his middle fingertip after an encounter with a high powered grinder. It looked awful and once I knew he was okay, I began my typical spiel about how he needs to be more careful, blah, blah, blah.
His nonchalant response after promising to be more careful in the future?
"They can totally reattach fingers nowadays anyway."
Oh, I see.
Well, in that case, just chop 'em all off!
Just one more difference between belles and beaux.