Inevitable

It happens to me on almost a daily basis. I am doing some inane task, like opening an envelope, or carrying a folder. And I can see it. I can see an accident waiting to happen. Usually, this involves some sort of sharp object, such as scissors or a letter opener. One wrong move, and it could mean a really nasty wound; perhaps a letter opener stab through the hand or through my solar plexus.

Even though I can see this accident waiting to happen, I proceed. Why? I don't know. I just do. I guess I am a daredevil, of sorts.