I don't get too many comments but of the ones I've heard, "Why do you carry a knife?" is the most common. My response is usually, "Why don't you?"
This is one of my favorite knife stories.
An old roommate of mine was at a Chinese restaurant on a first date with a girl he'd been chatting up at his job for a while. They ordered egg rolls as an appetizer which came 3 to an order. She asked if he'd split the last one with her and he agreed. Since they had decided to use chopsticks. the waiter had removed the silverware from the table and he was now nowhere to be seen. So my roommate pulled the Spyderco out of his pocket (I don't remember the model he used to EDC but it was definitely no longer than 3"), wiped the blade on his napkin, sliced the egg roll in half, again wiped the blade off on his napkin, and returned the knife to his pocket.
When he looked up she was staring at him in horror. Conversation was almost non-existent after what I've come to call "The Egg Roll Incident" so he asked for their entrees to be boxed to go and drove her home. That was the end of their one and only date.
He told me the story that night when he got home and after I'd finished wiping the tears from my face from laughing so hard, I said this to him, "Don't worry man, this is actually a great thing. You've stumbled upon an outstanding new screening method for girlfriends! Any woman who gets freaked out at the sight of a simple pocket knife isn't the one for you."
As an epilogue, he told me about a year later that she avoided him at work whenever possible, right up through the day he left for a new job.​
This is one of my favorite knife stories.
An old roommate of mine was at a Chinese restaurant on a first date with a girl he'd been chatting up at his job for a while. They ordered egg rolls as an appetizer which came 3 to an order. She asked if he'd split the last one with her and he agreed. Since they had decided to use chopsticks. the waiter had removed the silverware from the table and he was now nowhere to be seen. So my roommate pulled the Spyderco out of his pocket (I don't remember the model he used to EDC but it was definitely no longer than 3"), wiped the blade on his napkin, sliced the egg roll in half, again wiped the blade off on his napkin, and returned the knife to his pocket.
When he looked up she was staring at him in horror. Conversation was almost non-existent after what I've come to call "The Egg Roll Incident" so he asked for their entrees to be boxed to go and drove her home. That was the end of their one and only date.
He told me the story that night when he got home and after I'd finished wiping the tears from my face from laughing so hard, I said this to him, "Don't worry man, this is actually a great thing. You've stumbled upon an outstanding new screening method for girlfriends! Any woman who gets freaked out at the sight of a simple pocket knife isn't the one for you."
As an epilogue, he told me about a year later that she avoided him at work whenever possible, right up through the day he left for a new job.​
