Howdy folks,
First off, this isn't to knock on those who live in large cities--I live in Dallas myself--or to make any kind of blanket statements, just some observations and some recent experiences.
I grew up in North Iowa, farming community of around 3,500 people. When a guy got a new knife, it was a small occasion. We didn't put on party hats and blow up balloons, but it was passed around, inspected, admired.
I now work at an office in North Dallas. I don't bring obnoxiously large or threatening knives to work, usually a Case Medium Stockman and a Benchmade of some kind--usually a Mini Rukus, Manual Presidio or Rift, something along those lines.
Yesterday I was trying to open a small, single pot mylar bag of coffee. I've learned in the past some open easy, some don't. The ones that don't open suddenly and coffee flies everywhere. This was one of the latter, so without a second thought, I reached into my pocket, pulled out my Mini Rukus, sliced the top of the bag open.
Go ahead
, I know stabbing a bag of coffee isn't like stabbing a terrorist in the face. At least the coffee didn't go all over the GD floor.
One of the folks next to me looked at me like I'd just pulled a sword out of my pocket, asked what a person uses a weapon like that for.
I replied, "Opening bags of coffee."
They looked at me like I was a terrorist.
Later that day, someone else needed to open a box. Nobody else had a knife, so I handed them the Mini Rukus. From the look on their face you'd have thought I'd handed them a cocked and loaded gun.
It's an odd thing living in a larger city.
Best,
Heekma
First off, this isn't to knock on those who live in large cities--I live in Dallas myself--or to make any kind of blanket statements, just some observations and some recent experiences.
I grew up in North Iowa, farming community of around 3,500 people. When a guy got a new knife, it was a small occasion. We didn't put on party hats and blow up balloons, but it was passed around, inspected, admired.
I now work at an office in North Dallas. I don't bring obnoxiously large or threatening knives to work, usually a Case Medium Stockman and a Benchmade of some kind--usually a Mini Rukus, Manual Presidio or Rift, something along those lines.
Yesterday I was trying to open a small, single pot mylar bag of coffee. I've learned in the past some open easy, some don't. The ones that don't open suddenly and coffee flies everywhere. This was one of the latter, so without a second thought, I reached into my pocket, pulled out my Mini Rukus, sliced the top of the bag open.
Go ahead
One of the folks next to me looked at me like I'd just pulled a sword out of my pocket, asked what a person uses a weapon like that for.
I replied, "Opening bags of coffee."
They looked at me like I was a terrorist.
Later that day, someone else needed to open a box. Nobody else had a knife, so I handed them the Mini Rukus. From the look on their face you'd have thought I'd handed them a cocked and loaded gun.
It's an odd thing living in a larger city.
Best,
Heekma