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Anyone out there tell me if this experience is somehow familiar:
While dining with friends and family last week someone at the table had to pipe up and mention my "interest"(LOL) in knives. Hoping to avoid the usual volly of querries and puzzled looks that this topic often brings in common circles I replied by stating that I did in fact collect "pocket knives"(LOL). I hoped that in the wake of my modest reply the conversation would quickly turn to another topic.
That hope sank when my fiancee chimed in with something to the effect of "Pocket knives? Yeah right! Try thousand dollar knives designed to kill people! You should see these things! Ooo! What about that one you really want that was designed to cut people's throats!" (All that without alcohol)
With that WONDERFUL opening I now had the pleasure of trying to convince my family and friends that I was not a lost member of the Manson Family.
I diplomatically described the knife culture of Emerson customs. It all sounded good... to me. By the time I was done my audiance of family and friends, one of whom is a Judge, were still in disbelief over the whole thing. While I was able to put the knives and their intended design into perspective the overall response was still "You pay how much for what?!" The only one who appreciated it and actually thinks that Emerson's are "cool" is my fiancee. I geuss that's the only one that matters.
While dining with friends and family last week someone at the table had to pipe up and mention my "interest"(LOL) in knives. Hoping to avoid the usual volly of querries and puzzled looks that this topic often brings in common circles I replied by stating that I did in fact collect "pocket knives"(LOL). I hoped that in the wake of my modest reply the conversation would quickly turn to another topic.
That hope sank when my fiancee chimed in with something to the effect of "Pocket knives? Yeah right! Try thousand dollar knives designed to kill people! You should see these things! Ooo! What about that one you really want that was designed to cut people's throats!" (All that without alcohol)
With that WONDERFUL opening I now had the pleasure of trying to convince my family and friends that I was not a lost member of the Manson Family.
I diplomatically described the knife culture of Emerson customs. It all sounded good... to me. By the time I was done my audiance of family and friends, one of whom is a Judge, were still in disbelief over the whole thing. While I was able to put the knives and their intended design into perspective the overall response was still "You pay how much for what?!" The only one who appreciated it and actually thinks that Emerson's are "cool" is my fiancee. I geuss that's the only one that matters.