I know what you mean, believe me. About a year ago I walked into a local Radio Shack to purchase a battery for my pocket watch and was asked by the teenage employee what size I needed. I removed the watch from my pocket and handed it to him expecting that he would check, but instead he returned it immediately and said that I'd have to go to a jeweler's. When I asked why, he replied that only a jeweler could remove the rear casing. ("They don't come off", he kept repeating.) I tried to explain that all it would require was a small screwdriver or blade, but he acted as if I were a deranged idiot. Finally he told me "if you can get it off yourself go ahead" and so I reached into my jeans, took out my Buck model 704, and opened the blade. What happened next caught me completely by surprise. He suddenly looked up, said "WHOA!" and held up his hands while simultaneously taking two steps back. I turned around hurriedly half expecting to see a masked gunman running into the store screaming "stick 'em up!!" but when I looked I saw nothing out of the ordinary. Only then did it dawn on me that my knife was the cause of the commotion, because I couldn't imagine anyone being unnerved by a 3" blade. (Hell, when I was a kid every boy in school carried a Boy Scout knife with a blade larger than that) It was like a scene from a sitcom ~ standing there with my watch in one hand and little buck in the other while the clerk stood opposite me debating whether or not he should make a break for the door. His behavior had frightened some customers nearby and so unsure of what was going on, they chose to wait and see before deciding what to do themselves. Well, to make a long story short I quickly slipped the edge under the lip of the case cover, popped it off, and pried out the battery. I handed it to him and replaced the knife in my pocket, at which point things then returned to normal. He came back with the battery I paid for it, and left the store without another word being said. Still, the incident left me feeling very uneasy. Is this what we've come to? A nation of sissies frightened to death by the sight of a 3" blade? Jumpin' Jimminy Crickets, thank God I wasn't packing my 4" Cold Steel Voyager Tanto, he'd probably have passed out when I flipped open that puppy! (LOL)
By the way TheSkinwalkeR, I find the term "sheeple" remarkably appropriate. To my way of thinking it aptly describes those among us who'd rather submit than resist, surrender rather than fight, and who ~ as we've all seen these past eleven months, are all too eager to trade their precious freedom for promises of protection.