Our amolador (knife sharpener) whistled his way through our condos this morning, so I galloped downstairs with three knives for him to tune up. As he started on the first one, he asked if I had any scissors that needed sharpening, and I thought, oh yeah, scissors too! Back up the stairs I went, and came down again with our kitchen scissors, about which my wife has been complaining lo these many years. (Why she’s never suggested I take them to the amolador, I have no idea.)
As he sharpened, I looked at the tattered folding umbrella strapped to the back of his bike and wondered why the poor man didn’t buy a new one. I’ve seen that thing on his bike for a couple of years now, looking worse each time. It was in shreds, and couldn’t possibly have provided any protection in a rainstorm. Heck, it wouldn’t provide much protection in the sun.
He finished with the scissors, dismounted his bike, walked around to the back and used them to snip a piece of fabric off the umbrella. Then he held the piece up and snipped it into shreds. I had to laugh. “Agora faz sentido!” I said. (Now it makes sense!)
He smiled and said yes, it’s an effective way to demonstrate the sharpness of the scissors. I paid him and told him to keep the two extra euros for a new umbrella. He wished me good health and walked his bike away, the shredded umbrella rustling in the breeze.
I wonder what he does when it rains?