My mother who I haven't seen or spoken to in decades was a horrible excuse of a human being. She loved to sew and spent tons of money we didn't have on it.

As a teenager, I figured out how to sharpen scissors.

I would deliberately use my mom's expensive fabric scissors in front of her to get her to scream (I was taller than her so the backhand across the face wasn't an option). Then when she was gone I would give them a quick sharpening before she used them for fabric.

I would constantly give her shit about how they were still sharp.

Soon everyone in the house used the amazing "never dull" fabric scissors for everything. I sharpened them weekly in secret (only takes 2-3 minutes).

Then I moved out.

The drama that unfolded a month later was truly epic.