My wife always brings out the old set. We don't care about it, and toss those knives into the dish washer. I always bring out the new set, they cut so much better. But we hand-wash those.
Today, she gave me one of the old knives with dinner. I glared at her. She knows I never use them.
I sneered, "You know that those precious so-called new knives of ours are exactly ten-years-and-one-day old now?"
She grinned back, "Yeah, but they look just like new! Aren't you grateful?"
She's incorrigible. I'll just have to take her as-is.
