I came home from work one evening, a few years back...in my living room is my son's fiancee wrapping Christmas presents...
After seeing which scissors she was using (Gingher), I walked pass her to find my son. I told him that he needed to go out and get me a new pair of scissors...he got pale. He knew what that meant...ran upstairs and took the scissors away from her. There were 2 pairs of scissors right in plain sight in the kitchen....she had to go into my sewing room and get them from in front of my machine...
Thankfully, my son smartened up and they are no longer a couple...and yes, I did get a new pair of scissors for Christmas. She and I were never the same since...she knew the rules.