The Blade

Looking around in an antique shop, an individual came across an old fixed-blade knife in its own sheath.

Finding it quite handsome even though it certainly had seen better days, they wanted to purchase it.

Bringing it to the counter, the shop owner was pleasantly surprised to see the knife.

“I forgot I even had that thing; I tried to sharpen that thing decades ago but I had no success no matter what I did.”

Now this intrigued the customer and asked exactly what he did that led him to be unsuccessful.

“I first just used the whetstone that I had, usually that should take care of it, but the edge didn’t take so I took it to a professional.”

“The professional sharpener couldn’t even sharpen it?”

“No.”

They thought to themselves that something had to be wrong here, but they had an idea.

“I think I might be able to fix it.”

“Heck, if you can do that I’ll give it to you free.”

“...have a piece of paper?”

Taking the knife out of the sheath he sliced through the sheet of paper in one fell swoop.

“I guess it was sharp enough already.”

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