The ribs were quite saucy, so I was eating them with a knife and fork. In a moment of klutziness, I dropped my knife, it hit the plate and bounced over the edge of the table.
The same hand that dropped the knife shot down and caught it before it hit the floor and spattered the rug with barbecue sauce. I looked down in surprise at the knife in my hand before bringing it back up to the table and resting it on the edge of my plate.
That's when Dad said, "You're supposed to just let knives fall."
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