Fate

So there I was happily slicing the cheese (slicing, not cutting, you sicko) with my favorite Danish cheese slicer, given to me years ago by a friend with a Danish wife. It's a simple device, with a thin wire that loops over the top, the wire being the cutting agent. I was thinking about how many years of cheerful service it has given me and how I'd never be able to replace it when the sudden, dark thought entered my mind, "What would I do if the wire snapped?"

At that moment, the wire snapped.