It was already a crappy day/week. I had a follow-up appt Monday after surgery, stemming from cutting my finger off (mostly) with a circular saw Jan 22nd, and my wife was driving me.
Before we left the house, I go to pick out a knife to throw in my pocket. I was gonna pick a 0770, which I don’t love, but then had the thought “I can’t carry a gun because of my stupid finger, I should carry something better”, so I grabbed a 940 with CF scales that my wife gave me. It’s my favorite knife, by far. Mostly for the sentimental value.
I get home hours later and realized my knife wasn’t clipped on my pocket anymore. Can’t find it anywhere. I called the doctors office multiple times and had secretary ladies checking the waiting area, the room I was in, the bathroom, etc. My hand is all messed up, and my truck is a manual, so driving is tough. I got a ride there and I checked the parking lot around where we parked. Nothin’
Checked all over the garage at home, crawling around with a bum hand. Nothing. My wife was now at work, but I had her check her car really well and it wasn’t in there either.
super bummed..
my only option was to go check my wife’s car again in the parking lot of her work. I can’t find it, and I’m about to give up when I flip the seatbelt around from the side of the seat to get a better look down along the seat…..bam. I got my pocket picked.…what a relief. Ever seen a knife get pulled out by a seatbelt?
anyways, I’m sure some of you can relate to my stress
it would have been really bad timing to lose my favorite knife.
Before we left the house, I go to pick out a knife to throw in my pocket. I was gonna pick a 0770, which I don’t love, but then had the thought “I can’t carry a gun because of my stupid finger, I should carry something better”, so I grabbed a 940 with CF scales that my wife gave me. It’s my favorite knife, by far. Mostly for the sentimental value.
I get home hours later and realized my knife wasn’t clipped on my pocket anymore. Can’t find it anywhere. I called the doctors office multiple times and had secretary ladies checking the waiting area, the room I was in, the bathroom, etc. My hand is all messed up, and my truck is a manual, so driving is tough. I got a ride there and I checked the parking lot around where we parked. Nothin’
Checked all over the garage at home, crawling around with a bum hand. Nothing. My wife was now at work, but I had her check her car really well and it wasn’t in there either.
super bummed..
my only option was to go check my wife’s car again in the parking lot of her work. I can’t find it, and I’m about to give up when I flip the seatbelt around from the side of the seat to get a better look down along the seat…..bam. I got my pocket picked.…what a relief. Ever seen a knife get pulled out by a seatbelt?
anyways, I’m sure some of you can relate to my stress

it would have been really bad timing to lose my favorite knife.



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