Sometimes when I am working at Williams-Sonoma and I'm showing a customer the knives, I have a Six Feet Under moment. We're in front of a wall of knives. Good knives. Huge knives. And they are covered with a glass cabinet thing which only staff, obviously, have the key to. So I open it up and lots of times a customer likes to hold a knife in each hand, comparing the weight and the grip. And I suddenly see that person, that nice, normal, housewifey person, abruptly turn to me and start plunging both knives into me, repeatedly.

It's disturbing. But also funny.