I have told this before. but I'll tell it again. I am an overweight and arthritic middle-aged bureaucrat who was going home one winter evening some 10 years ago when I got onto one of the elevators that carry passengers down to the Mezzanine levels of the DC Metro subway system. That is where you can buy tickets and where you have to pass through the gates to get to the escalators to go down to the trains. After I got onto the elevator, two young and very fit punks gont on just as the dors were closing, blocking me from leaving. One started to move toward me while the other placed his hand near the "Emergency Stop" button on hte elevator controls. I could only assume that they intended to mug me, so I reached into my pocket and produced a Spyderco Police, all steel, that I opened with a "Spydie drop", more spectacular than tactical. I did this because I really did not want to be cutting anyone, and I hoped to scare them off. I was lucky that it worked. They let the elevator go to the bottom, got off and RAN up the escalators, back to the street, while I, knees shaking, covertly put my knife away and went on home. I have since found out that there is a 3" blade limit in DC, so I am extremely fortunate that push did not come to slice that evening.
WORD OF WARNING: just because I had the good fortune to get away with it, DO NOT count on being able to bluff your way out of a situation simply by flashing a kniffe. When you draw a knife, you have escalated the affair to deadly force anda you had best be prepared to deal with that, physically, mentally, and legally. The scene from Crocodile Dundee is most unlikely to repeat itself very often. I got away with it mostly, I suspect, because they punks had not expected a shambling, cane-carrying bureaucrat in the Federal center area of DC to suddenly produce a 4.5" knife in a very tight environment, and it scared the living Hell out of them.
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Walk in the Light,
Hugh Fuller