Doh!!!

I didn't get in on this thread until late, but my favorite incident still makes me chuckle. My wife and I were at a 4th of July party a year or so ago where we were served some huge bratwurst. The only knives available were of the plastic variety, so without thinking ( probably would have done it anyway) I Spyder-dropped my trusty Tuffram Civvie and (very) quickly and efficiently reduced the huge sandwiches to managable portions. Then I looked up and saw a half-dozen or so gaping sheeple who quickly turned away and left us plenty of room at the table.:D :D
 
I received a package a few weeks ago, picked it up from our shipping/receiving area and stepped onto the elevator heading back to the deck. Since I was alone and wanted to get to my new knife inside the box I pulled out my Storm, a decent sized Onion speed-safe. I flicked it open with a loud snikt just as the doors are opening to a hallway full of chorus members also on their way down. Wide eyes, long pause, and as the doors start to close I hear a female voice-

“We’ll take the next one…”
 
Like all you guys, I know "that look" well. But the fact is, I just don't care. My friends know me well enough by now to know that I always have one (or two, or three) knives on me at all times and look to me when something needs to be cut. I don't bother explaining myself to anyone...that is unless they have a genuine interest then I'm all too happy to share my knowledge with them. Sheeple can be a real pain, but I'm not willing to compromise myself for their "approval."
 
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