Note to self, don't let the wife unhook the gooseneck trailer by herself.
At least I don't have to worry about crackheads trying to steal my tailgate anymore.
The local knife sharpening guy includes a couple bandaids in your bag when you pick up your order. I kind of scoffed at that as a marketing gimick and then proceded to poke a fillet knife through its sheath, through my shirt and cut myself without noticing. He does fine work.