...when the maintenance crew came in to fix my heating.
(this is a knife story, just a bit of background first)
First off when I need something fixed and I put in a request, I never know what day maintenance will show up or when. They usually show up very early in the morning without notifying me. That's what they did this time, so I was still in bed, feeling bad with a cold I knew was coming. They knocked a few times but I couldn't get up fast enough to greet them so I told them to let themselves in, and I set about getting fit to receive as they started making prep work to fix the heating.
One of them must have opened the storage closet adjacent to the small room where the heating is kept in my apartment, because I heard him say "I wish I hadn't opened that door" or something like that. It was difficult to make out from the bedroom. The other guy said "what's wrong with it?"
Guy 1: Look what's on the shelf.
Guy 2: Whoa. Is that double-eged?
Guy 1: YEah, I think so!
So apparently what I had in there freaked them out a little. This caused me to chuckle as, it was not double-edged at all, nor a particularly big or intimidating knife. In fact it was just a Gerber Profile fixed blade, one of the only knives I happen to keep there simply because I dug it out of a box a few weeks back and left it on that shelf by happenstance. (I swear I own and operate much better knives.
)
The funny thing is, later, Guy 2 asks Guy 1 for his pocketknife to open the packaging on a new thermostat face-plate that I needed.
I don't know why, but their surprise was a bit odd to me. I didn't say anything about it though. But still, I sort of expect older gents, who primarily do manual labor jobs like this, (and who already clearly own pocketknives) not to be quite so freaked by someone owning a small-ish fixed blade, particularly one I'm just storing in a closet (and a closet that my electric scooter is in front of most of the time, so not even one I have cause to get to, wear or use. Someone who has or has always had an office job and never carried their own pocketknife, maybe I see that as a reaction, but it bothered me just a little bit to get that sort of reaction from maintenance workers,, I guess.
I don't know, it was just a slightly funny exchange I thought I'd share.
I'm glad they didn't try to interrogate me or cause any kind of stir-up.
That said, I thought it was best not to tell them that my collection runs into the low triple-digits if I count it all up, most likely, who knows what reaction I would've gotten there.
(this is a knife story, just a bit of background first)
First off when I need something fixed and I put in a request, I never know what day maintenance will show up or when. They usually show up very early in the morning without notifying me. That's what they did this time, so I was still in bed, feeling bad with a cold I knew was coming. They knocked a few times but I couldn't get up fast enough to greet them so I told them to let themselves in, and I set about getting fit to receive as they started making prep work to fix the heating.
One of them must have opened the storage closet adjacent to the small room where the heating is kept in my apartment, because I heard him say "I wish I hadn't opened that door" or something like that. It was difficult to make out from the bedroom. The other guy said "what's wrong with it?"
Guy 1: Look what's on the shelf.
Guy 2: Whoa. Is that double-eged?
Guy 1: YEah, I think so!
So apparently what I had in there freaked them out a little. This caused me to chuckle as, it was not double-edged at all, nor a particularly big or intimidating knife. In fact it was just a Gerber Profile fixed blade, one of the only knives I happen to keep there simply because I dug it out of a box a few weeks back and left it on that shelf by happenstance. (I swear I own and operate much better knives.
)The funny thing is, later, Guy 2 asks Guy 1 for his pocketknife to open the packaging on a new thermostat face-plate that I needed.
I don't know why, but their surprise was a bit odd to me. I didn't say anything about it though. But still, I sort of expect older gents, who primarily do manual labor jobs like this, (and who already clearly own pocketknives) not to be quite so freaked by someone owning a small-ish fixed blade, particularly one I'm just storing in a closet (and a closet that my electric scooter is in front of most of the time, so not even one I have cause to get to, wear or use. Someone who has or has always had an office job and never carried their own pocketknife, maybe I see that as a reaction, but it bothered me just a little bit to get that sort of reaction from maintenance workers,, I guess.
I don't know, it was just a slightly funny exchange I thought I'd share.
I'm glad they didn't try to interrogate me or cause any kind of stir-up.
That said, I thought it was best not to tell them that my collection runs into the low triple-digits if I count it all up, most likely, who knows what reaction I would've gotten there.
