The Surgeon

When I was little, my stepfather used to call me “The Surgeon,” because of the methodical, precise way that I would cut up my steaks.  I would cut each piece into the exact same size before ever taking a bite.  I don’t know why I was opposed to the more conventional cut-and-eat-one-bite-at-a-time method, but it made more sense to me to get all of the work over with first and then spend the rest of the meal enjoying the fruits of my labor.

One day he went and got a white lab coat that he had from work and put it on me.  I had to sit there the whole time, eating in a white coat, while he said, “Now you look like a proper surgeon!”  To this day, I still cut up my meat like this.