Many years ago my mother bought me a pair of the good Gingher scissors for my quilting addiction.
Now - several years after that - I went into my quilting area and was searching for them. My DH was into working on pocket watches at this time. I went into his "watch room" as we call it, just to make sure he didn't grab them. Sure enough, there they were. I took them back, only to find that he had cut fine wire with them.
I got him a pair for Christmas that year. Yes, the good Gingher ones. He opened them up, saw what they were and said, "These are too good for me to use." At that, I got up and snatched them from his hands and said - you are right! Don't use my scissors anymore!!!
Needless to say, I am enjoying my new scissors and No, he hasn't borrowed them since. (grin)