Had a bit of an encounter with serendipity this past weekend. Friday afternoon, after work I decided it was time to get out of town. So I rushed home, packed a bag, and Donna and I headed north to Eureka Springs, Arkansas. We didn't have a room booked, so we made reservations on the way up. Turns out the place I booked closes check-in times at 9pm. I didn't realize this until 5 minutes after I booked it at 8:55pm and I was still 1:30 to 2 hours away. So I called the hotel and a gentleman with a European accent answered and after hearing what I'd done said he'd wait for us.
An hour and 45 minutes later There he was letting us into our cozy little room. The thing that struck me was the room key, or actually what was attached to it.
Frankly I thought the fit and finish was good. No gaps, pull about a 2, blade centered, no half-stops. Doesn't hold an edge very well though.
The next morning during checkout, Robert the owner hoooked me up with one carved by a local artist. And that European accent was Swiss. Turns out he was a former Swiss soldier. We compared his issued 1981 Vic soldier to my recently acquired pioneer, which he thought was a soldier knife too, but he was soon able to find the differences. I told him about my Wenger (which he pronounced "ving-ger") S.I., to which he smiled and said it was a good knife, but the Swiss Army never issued knives made by Wenger. He said they only issued the Victorinox soldier, and that Wenger made that model for their civilian customers. He definitely liked my Pioneer though. Super nice guy. I thought it was a perfect stay.