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Back in 1990 or 91 I was working for an evil Federal agency (yes! I was a fed!) in San Francisco and got to dissect a co-worker's dead cactus. It had been on a desk, taunting me for weeks with its juicy, succulent flesh just begging to be sliced. Fortunately for me it got overwatered and died, so I was allowed to carve into with my SAK (I think it was a Huntsman).
Slicing into such vegetable matter can provide quite a bit of visceral pleasure! Plus, I wanted to see what was inside, which was interesting, but not as cool as I expected.
Of course, this was back in the early 1990s before people got paranoid about pocket knives in the work place. When we moved into out new office building, a lot of people had their SAKs with them to open boxes and such. I brought my sharpening tools with me and sharpened quite a few of them on my breaks and at lunch.
I doubt if that would be tolerated today!
Slicing into such vegetable matter can provide quite a bit of visceral pleasure! Plus, I wanted to see what was inside, which was interesting, but not as cool as I expected.
Of course, this was back in the early 1990s before people got paranoid about pocket knives in the work place. When we moved into out new office building, a lot of people had their SAKs with them to open boxes and such. I brought my sharpening tools with me and sharpened quite a few of them on my breaks and at lunch.
I doubt if that would be tolerated today!