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I’ve recently moved to a different city in Wyoming. Having had to move myself, I enlisted the help of various friends and colleagues I’d met along the way. Of course, I put my knives in a Pelican Case before everything started being moved around.
Fast forward to when I start unpacking. I start with my knives (again, of course
) when I notice I’m missing one. My Spyderco Sprint PM3 in Cruwear. After panicking for a second, I remember I had LOANED it to one of my “acquaintances” for cutting tape. I called him so I could meet to get it back from him. This is where it starts to get bad.
I finally meet up with him a couple hours ago. We chat for a bit, when he finally hands it to me. The previously gray scales are now coated with a faint-black (from sweat? Sharpie?), I open it, which feels like it was buried in a Sandbar for about a year, and finally, the blade is snapped PAST the Spydiehole. I would show you guys photos, but I tossed it into a dumpster about 100 feet away.
Don’t loan your knives.
Fast forward to when I start unpacking. I start with my knives (again, of course
I finally meet up with him a couple hours ago. We chat for a bit, when he finally hands it to me. The previously gray scales are now coated with a faint-black (from sweat? Sharpie?), I open it, which feels like it was buried in a Sandbar for about a year, and finally, the blade is snapped PAST the Spydiehole. I would show you guys photos, but I tossed it into a dumpster about 100 feet away.
Don’t loan your knives.
