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My friends, I bring to you a warning in the form of my own foolishness. Normally, I am incredibly reliable about keeping at least one pocket knife on me at all times legally possible, but this time my own sensibilities failed.
I was going in for a doctors appointment which I feared, sadly correctly, might end up in a hospital admission. No matter, I had the sense to switch to a knife I own partly for just such occasions. My Pacific Salt. Bright, friendly, yellow handles, slightly goofy looking to set minds at ease, only about 3oz to go IWB in pajama pants with hardly a thought, and nearly 4" of wickedly serrated edge that cuts like a chainsaw. Great hospital knife!
Unfortunately, when changing from my trousers to pajama pants I accidentally left my knife in the pocket and the dirty clothes were quickly whisked away by my beloved parents and darling fiancée. I thought about asking them to return the knife at their next visit, but anemia and apathy prevented me from doing so.
Now, I thought this would be a short visit, but it has stretched on well beyond what I thought and for the first 5 days my lack of knife wasn't a problem in the least. Then I ordered a bagel with with cream cheese.
Now the cream cheese came in convenient little foil tubes with nicely labeled 'open here' bits. Those bits, my friends, where the filthiest of lies. I tried tearing, I tried using a fork, I even tried biting the foil! But no luck. However, I was determined not to let my bagel go cream cheese-less, so I was reduced to sawing at the foil package with the butter knife provided while daydreaming about having any of my blades, from the tiniest SAK to the heaviest chopper.
So always carry your knife whenever allowed, my friends. Don't be like me.
I was going in for a doctors appointment which I feared, sadly correctly, might end up in a hospital admission. No matter, I had the sense to switch to a knife I own partly for just such occasions. My Pacific Salt. Bright, friendly, yellow handles, slightly goofy looking to set minds at ease, only about 3oz to go IWB in pajama pants with hardly a thought, and nearly 4" of wickedly serrated edge that cuts like a chainsaw. Great hospital knife!
Unfortunately, when changing from my trousers to pajama pants I accidentally left my knife in the pocket and the dirty clothes were quickly whisked away by my beloved parents and darling fiancée. I thought about asking them to return the knife at their next visit, but anemia and apathy prevented me from doing so.
Now, I thought this would be a short visit, but it has stretched on well beyond what I thought and for the first 5 days my lack of knife wasn't a problem in the least. Then I ordered a bagel with with cream cheese.
Now the cream cheese came in convenient little foil tubes with nicely labeled 'open here' bits. Those bits, my friends, where the filthiest of lies. I tried tearing, I tried using a fork, I even tried biting the foil! But no luck. However, I was determined not to let my bagel go cream cheese-less, so I was reduced to sawing at the foil package with the butter knife provided while daydreaming about having any of my blades, from the tiniest SAK to the heaviest chopper.
So always carry your knife whenever allowed, my friends. Don't be like me.
A sad tale indeed. Hope you're gonna be OK. If you have an IV inserted, you can always pull the needle out of your arm and use it to poke a couple of starter holes in the bagel pouch. Then just stick the needle back in and nobody'll be the wiser.
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