When I got my good Ginghers, I showed to my husband and said, "MINE! NO TOUCHY!!" Then he told me a terrible story about him and his brother using his mom's good sewing scissors as a "ninja throwing star" when they were kids and breaking the tips off. I gave him such a hard time about it (in a kidding sort of way) that he got a guilt trip and bought his mom some shiny new scissors. It's been about 30 years, but I thought it was funny (and so did she).