I felt the straight razor slipping out and it started to fall. You may know what comes next. Thankfully I was a walking zombie after working a 12 hour nightshift so I didn't react and try to catch it before it hit the floor. Then I heard the "tink" sound and saw a small black piece of the scale flying across the tile floor. Yep, the scale broke from my vintage Joseph Allen and son's straight that shaves like a dream. Small price to pay in my mind. Had I been more awake I may have instinctively tried to catch the falling razor and that could have been really really bad. New scales are on the way already. So I'm thankful that I was tired and my reflexes were dulled. Also thankful for my training 40 years ago that an old time butcher taught me, which was, if you drop a knife just let it fall, don't try to catch it or chase it with your hands. Though I did learn to do the "butcher schuffle" at few times when I lost a knife, which was, to do a standing sprawl by throwing your butt back, spreading your legs and getting your feet out of the way and hold your hands up. Turns out that has always been good advice.
Steve
Steve