I have a mandoline in my kitchen that I love and fear in equal amounts. My wife used it on a whim two weeks ago and sheared the end of her thumb off. She got eight stitches and made me throw it away. I hid it in a cabinet instead. (Unless you're reading this, Erin. I that case I really did toss it out.)
-JP

My Apple support guy yesterday was not only confused, confusing, and hard of hearing, but he had an almost laughably bad case of Laryngitis. It would have been comical to listen in on us going back and forth about my serial number.