DrFrige, as bad as I felt for chucking "the good knife" in the garbage, that's not the whole story. The day after Thanksgiving, I heard the garbage truck coming down the street, and I hurried to toss out the turkey carcass or else I'd have to wait a week.
In my rush, I tossed out "the good knife" and a big carving fork along with the turkey carcass. I realized what I'd done before the garbage truck got next door. I ran out the front door just in time to see the garbage truck emptying the dumpster bin into the back of the truck. Shit, there goes my knife.
I explained to the garbage men what happened and I said I wanted my very expensive knife back, or my wife was going to kill me. They looked for a minute or two but I got impatient and climbed up on top of that garbage truck, barefooted, in shorts and a t-shirt, and jumped down into the pile of garbage to look for it myself. I must have sifted through half of that damned stinky pile of garbage for about 20 minutes or so and I never found it.
The garbage men got real impatient and said they had to go. Can't say as I blame them. They had a job to do. I was thinking $$$$$$ and a very pissed off wife as the garbage truck went on down the street.
Well, the wife was real understanding and even laughed about it. I told her I'd replace her knife and I did, with a whole damned block set. Made her happy. Made me happy. I'm more careful about taking out the garbage now. [:)]