The guy was some sort of a jerk. I asked to see the balisong and pointed at the Spyderfly, because I didn't think he'd know the name. In retrospect, I should have called it a butterfly knife, because most people call it that...And he's like "only benchmades are balisongs. They copyrighted it." So then I'm saying "well, that's true, but benchmade actually copyrighted bali (dash) - song...anyway can I see it?"
"well, it's not a balisong. Only benchmades are balisongs. That's a butterfly knife"
"Balisong is a classification...I'm just generalizing...."
And then I made the critical error: instead of asking to see the knife again, I used the word play.
"No you may NOT play with this knife. You'd hurt yourself. You MAY ask to SEE it though"
I did, only because there was no other place I knew of within hours that I could try a spyderfly before I bought it. What an ass.
In retrospect, I wonder if, had I called it a butterfly knife, if he would have corrected me and called it a balisong.
Worse yet, I asked if the (closed) benchmade bali he had laid on the counter had a weehawk blade...he reached for it and opened it. Of course, it did...and he's like "no...definitely not a...blade like...that........never seen one like this before."
AUGHHH
Okay, I'm going to relax now. I have a spyderfly on the way. Relax. Relax.
But nonetheless, he's a unique case. Usually they're reasonably helpful there.