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By your parents doesn't count.
These can be knives you've had confiscated by metal detectors at work and elsewhere, or during a search, or while carrying in restricted areas like subways, etc.
What were the cost of the knives, and did you lose any that really torqued you off?
Do you have any super cheap knives you carry when you feel you may be checked? (During the terrorism threat days, my work locations sometimes set up impromptu metal detectors.) I got to where I'd carry an el cheapo Maxam...one I could ditch in a bush and come back and retrieve at the end of the day. Even though it was a medical facility, they'd confiscate even legal knives. It didn't matter that there were bladed instruments from scissors to scalpels all over the place, they wouldn't let you check your knife in for later pickup. And I didn't want to leave one of my good knives stuffed under a bush somewhere.
In New York City, the cops at one time could just walk up to you and pat anything that didn't look right. They had to tone it down with the advent of cell phones, but they were taught to look for concealed weapons. Some kept pre-cut lengths of string they would measure a blade with, and they would follow any curves in the blade and count it against the length.
These can be knives you've had confiscated by metal detectors at work and elsewhere, or during a search, or while carrying in restricted areas like subways, etc.
What were the cost of the knives, and did you lose any that really torqued you off?
Do you have any super cheap knives you carry when you feel you may be checked? (During the terrorism threat days, my work locations sometimes set up impromptu metal detectors.) I got to where I'd carry an el cheapo Maxam...one I could ditch in a bush and come back and retrieve at the end of the day. Even though it was a medical facility, they'd confiscate even legal knives. It didn't matter that there were bladed instruments from scissors to scalpels all over the place, they wouldn't let you check your knife in for later pickup. And I didn't want to leave one of my good knives stuffed under a bush somewhere.
In New York City, the cops at one time could just walk up to you and pat anything that didn't look right. They had to tone it down with the advent of cell phones, but they were taught to look for concealed weapons. Some kept pre-cut lengths of string they would measure a blade with, and they would follow any curves in the blade and count it against the length.