Scalloped potatoes ... or mandolin gone bad

Bob was in charge of slicing potatoes on the mandolin to make scalloped potatoes for Easter dinner. He missed a potato and got his finger instead. After much bleeding and carrying on, my brother, the retired paramedic, steri-stripped Bob's finger. Not to worry, though - we don't think any of the finger ended up in the potatoes. :)

No, not an Alfred Hitchcock movie. Just blood in the sink.

One day, this will be an amusing story.