“When I pull this string, you will lose a finger. Are you ready?”
The carpet salesman looped a strand of silk around my index finger. He had graciously selected my left hand. I looked into his eyes and nodded.
He grinned. “American women are very brave, yes?”
Black belts are brave, too, I thought as I nodded again, grinning back at him.
“Okay, then. One…
“Two…
“Three!”
