That's a very cool guy you work with. Lots of the time it's the other way around. People missing knives because of coworkers.
Was kinda hoping to hear a story like" Me and my coworker was working underground, suddenly the floor beneath us gave way and we fell into an arcane uninhibited cave, we looked around and the only light shone was gleaming on an alter with the disconitued 875, we walked toward it with caution, suddenly my coworker stepped on a stone that sunk into the floor and made two doors built into the walls crash open, immediately hordes and hordes of Cthulhu like creatures flew out those doors directly at us with intent to slay us with unbound murderous rage, all we had to defend ourselves was a 810 and 551, we cut through the abhorrent reptilic beasts with the Benchmade blades like a warm knife through butter, after all were slain we ran towards the 875 with haste, my coworker reached towards the knife gripping the scales pulling it from out of the air which it hovered above the alter, then from the ceiling a beast swung down grasp my coworker's body and ripped him in half like a childs doll, I went to the upper half of his body and he said to me" Here, I want you to have this most coveted of Benchmade knives", then he passed away, with volatile anger I rose from the floor, rushed towards the enemy with rocks crushing beneath my feet, let my arm dangled behind me in preemptive strike, then swung the blade twice, first decapitating,then eviserating, it's legs were the last parts to hit the floor. I brought the 875 and beasts head home where they both reside on the wall. It was a good day.
Congrats on the new knife.:thumbup: