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The Chef said : From all the blood I thought for a while I should go looking for a first aid kit.
If you are going to buy a knife to be used in back pocket carry be danged sure it is fully certified by the ICTSKNFTSAFSKCD
International Coalition to Save Knife Nuts From Them Selves And for Safe Knife Carry and Deployment (a nonprofit organization)(for sure).
Give me a moment of your time brothers and sisters that I might save you from the wreck and ruin that has befallen me and mine.
It all began one glorious autumn morning. I was in the bathroom at the little French Bakery. Every once in a while the knob was being cranked on like they could not believe the door was latched. When it started yet again I said yes . . . the door IS locked. When the next storming of my Bastille came I said I will be out when I am DONE.
When I got back to our table The Chef (my partner) was standing in the isle . . .
I said
"Hi Dear".
She says :
You should have seen all the blood ! I thought for a while I should go looking for a first aid kit . I just now got it all wiped up. What happened !
I said I dont know I was in the bath room. 
She says are you alright ?!
Sure why not.
Well apparently you were bleeding. You left a trail !
Oh that.
Oh sure.

Apparently who ever it was that was cranking on the door figured the occupant was so far out of their mind from trauma and shock that they could not possibly be relied upon for an accurate assessment.
Fortunate that I emerged when I did or next they might have broken the door in.
What made it all extra special was I had just had a triple espresso with a lemon tart . . . practically an anti coagulant cocktail.
Well let me back up a little and give you all at the back ground.
This morning before leaving the house on our morning walk down to the Old Town area I slipped my One Month EDC (Benchmade Knifeworks Exclusive 710) into my back pocket; figured it would ride better back there than knocking against my leg the whole way. Heck no problem . . . I have carried it back there everyday riding my bike to work for nearly a month.
At the little French bakery at the end of our meal I reached in my back pocket for my handkerchief and felt a scrape on my knuckle. Hmmm never noticed a sharp edged screw on that pocket clip before . . . better file it when I get home.
Oh . . . drippy red stuff. I don't recall any fruit sauce on that tart.
OH Im leaking. Well thats embarrassing.
HOW THE HELL ! ! !
. . . oh . . . tip up . . . but people love tip up . . . tip down BAD . . . tip up GOOD. Right ? I was being good.
Now Im wounded. Im swooning.
BS
quick work with that dirty napkin I was avoiding using. Filthy servers anyway . . .
annnnnnnnd I was on the way to the bathroom anyway . . . before we left . . . so may as well rinse that out.
Geeeeze . . . I am starting to look to all concerned like the guy in that slasher zombie movie.
But its real . . . REAL !
Oh there we go . . . slowed it down for the most part. No problem folks . . . enjoy your meals . . . nothing more to see here.
Keep walking . . . dont make eye contact . . . dont stumble . . . the pack will be on you in a flash to finish off the remains.
Keep walking . . .
The Chef kept staring at my laceration when I got home. Thats touching . . . she loves me like no one else.
She kept staring at it and looking into my eyes meaningfully.
Finally I said BRUTAL isnt it ?
She says : I dont care if it is brutal or not I just dont want blood on my brand new couch !
That BETTER not bleed any more !
Arent you going to cover it ! ! ! !
Ahhhhh true love in its most pure form.
Remember the guy who said : That didnt cut me as well as it should have; time to sharpen ?
No problem in my case the tip was plenty sharp; went all the way to China. Good thing the joint stopped it or I might have been injured.
So . . . tip up . . . back pocket carry . . . lots of movement from walking for a mile or so.
Not a good combination. There is plenty of tension on the blade holding it closed. I am not saying anything agains the knife. I COULD NOT ASK FOR BETTER TENSION ON THE BLADE WHEN CLOSED though I suppose there are safety latches and stuff . . . never had one. Stays closed fine in my front pocket with the blade against the corner of my pocket.
See the photo of the back pocket stain from putting my hankie back in my pocket. The black pouch has the new modified Boker Trapper in it. Took it with me for its first big walk about. Funny even though it is a simple slippy with no locking device there were no wounds inflicted from it today.

Finally . . . and interestingly enough . . . after having laundered the handkerchief . . . which had relatively little blood splashed on it . . . when I hung it up to dry there was a small cut dead center. What are the chances ?
Being a knife connoisseur is a many splendored thing; full of wonder and magic.


PS: oh . . . almost forgot . . . here's the carnage :

If you are going to buy a knife to be used in back pocket carry be danged sure it is fully certified by the ICTSKNFTSAFSKCD
International Coalition to Save Knife Nuts From Them Selves And for Safe Knife Carry and Deployment (a nonprofit organization)(for sure).
Give me a moment of your time brothers and sisters that I might save you from the wreck and ruin that has befallen me and mine.
It all began one glorious autumn morning. I was in the bathroom at the little French Bakery. Every once in a while the knob was being cranked on like they could not believe the door was latched. When it started yet again I said yes . . . the door IS locked. When the next storming of my Bastille came I said I will be out when I am DONE.
When I got back to our table The Chef (my partner) was standing in the isle . . .
I said

She says :
You should have seen all the blood ! I thought for a while I should go looking for a first aid kit . I just now got it all wiped up. What happened !


She says are you alright ?!
Sure why not.
Well apparently you were bleeding. You left a trail !
Oh that.

Oh sure.


Apparently who ever it was that was cranking on the door figured the occupant was so far out of their mind from trauma and shock that they could not possibly be relied upon for an accurate assessment.
Fortunate that I emerged when I did or next they might have broken the door in.
What made it all extra special was I had just had a triple espresso with a lemon tart . . . practically an anti coagulant cocktail.
Well let me back up a little and give you all at the back ground.
This morning before leaving the house on our morning walk down to the Old Town area I slipped my One Month EDC (Benchmade Knifeworks Exclusive 710) into my back pocket; figured it would ride better back there than knocking against my leg the whole way. Heck no problem . . . I have carried it back there everyday riding my bike to work for nearly a month.
At the little French bakery at the end of our meal I reached in my back pocket for my handkerchief and felt a scrape on my knuckle. Hmmm never noticed a sharp edged screw on that pocket clip before . . . better file it when I get home.
Oh . . . drippy red stuff. I don't recall any fruit sauce on that tart.
OH Im leaking. Well thats embarrassing.
HOW THE HELL ! ! !
. . . oh . . . tip up . . . but people love tip up . . . tip down BAD . . . tip up GOOD. Right ? I was being good.
Now Im wounded. Im swooning.
BS
quick work with that dirty napkin I was avoiding using. Filthy servers anyway . . .
annnnnnnnd I was on the way to the bathroom anyway . . . before we left . . . so may as well rinse that out.
Geeeeze . . . I am starting to look to all concerned like the guy in that slasher zombie movie.
But its real . . . REAL !
Oh there we go . . . slowed it down for the most part. No problem folks . . . enjoy your meals . . . nothing more to see here.
Keep walking . . . dont make eye contact . . . dont stumble . . . the pack will be on you in a flash to finish off the remains.
Keep walking . . .
The Chef kept staring at my laceration when I got home. Thats touching . . . she loves me like no one else.
She kept staring at it and looking into my eyes meaningfully.
Finally I said BRUTAL isnt it ?
She says : I dont care if it is brutal or not I just dont want blood on my brand new couch !
That BETTER not bleed any more !
Arent you going to cover it ! ! ! !
Ahhhhh true love in its most pure form.
Remember the guy who said : That didnt cut me as well as it should have; time to sharpen ?
No problem in my case the tip was plenty sharp; went all the way to China. Good thing the joint stopped it or I might have been injured.
So . . . tip up . . . back pocket carry . . . lots of movement from walking for a mile or so.
Not a good combination. There is plenty of tension on the blade holding it closed. I am not saying anything agains the knife. I COULD NOT ASK FOR BETTER TENSION ON THE BLADE WHEN CLOSED though I suppose there are safety latches and stuff . . . never had one. Stays closed fine in my front pocket with the blade against the corner of my pocket.
See the photo of the back pocket stain from putting my hankie back in my pocket. The black pouch has the new modified Boker Trapper in it. Took it with me for its first big walk about. Funny even though it is a simple slippy with no locking device there were no wounds inflicted from it today.

Finally . . . and interestingly enough . . . after having laundered the handkerchief . . . which had relatively little blood splashed on it . . . when I hung it up to dry there was a small cut dead center. What are the chances ?
Being a knife connoisseur is a many splendored thing; full of wonder and magic.


PS: oh . . . almost forgot . . . here's the carnage :

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