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Last weekend there was a water leak in my office at work. The contractor came in and said he wanted to pull up the carpet, but he forgot his tools.
I immediately offered up my pocket knife. I snapped it open, he looked looked slightly bewildered, took it from my hand, stabbed it into the corner of the carpet, then used it to pry the carpet off the floor. I must have had a completely and utterly horrified look on my face, but he didn't notice. He picked up the edge of the carpet and took about 5 seconds to look at my knife, then he tried to close it (apparently he was not familiar with liner-locks). I said "I'll close it" and he gave it back to me.
It's some luck that it wasn't one of my more expensive knives. This was an Orange Kershaw Packrat blem. He managed to hit a floor staple near the end of the blade. It wasn't a horrible nick, but bad enough to really peeve me--it took me 30-45 minutes to sharpen it out last night. Fortunately, in spite of the fact that he used my knife to pry on the carpet, the blade did not appear to be bent. The packrat has a fairly thick blade. I hate to imagine how this would have gone if I had handed him my Spyderco Paramilitary 2, my Benchmade 943, or my Kershaw Hawk. *cringe*
Still, I would not have loaned this guy my knife if I knew it would be abused this way. That's the problem though, you can't really know how well other people will respect your tools. This is one of the reasons I tend to prefer carrying a nicer knife and a hard use or junker knife with me.
I immediately offered up my pocket knife. I snapped it open, he looked looked slightly bewildered, took it from my hand, stabbed it into the corner of the carpet, then used it to pry the carpet off the floor. I must have had a completely and utterly horrified look on my face, but he didn't notice. He picked up the edge of the carpet and took about 5 seconds to look at my knife, then he tried to close it (apparently he was not familiar with liner-locks). I said "I'll close it" and he gave it back to me.
It's some luck that it wasn't one of my more expensive knives. This was an Orange Kershaw Packrat blem. He managed to hit a floor staple near the end of the blade. It wasn't a horrible nick, but bad enough to really peeve me--it took me 30-45 minutes to sharpen it out last night. Fortunately, in spite of the fact that he used my knife to pry on the carpet, the blade did not appear to be bent. The packrat has a fairly thick blade. I hate to imagine how this would have gone if I had handed him my Spyderco Paramilitary 2, my Benchmade 943, or my Kershaw Hawk. *cringe*
Still, I would not have loaned this guy my knife if I knew it would be abused this way. That's the problem though, you can't really know how well other people will respect your tools. This is one of the reasons I tend to prefer carrying a nicer knife and a hard use or junker knife with me.