I'm sitting in the lobby of the speech therapy department of a local university, while my daughter is in a therapy session. I'm reading the newspaper, and notice an ad for a new lightweight portable oxygen machine. I decide to save this ad for my mother, so naturally I take out my Camillus/Ralph EDC and start cutting out the ad. Then I remember where I am. On a college campus. In a building. I think about all the horror stories I read on Bladeforums about people freaking out over knives. I look around. Several young ladies walking through on the way to class. No one gives me a second look. No one freaks out. Campus security doesn't show up. I continue with my chore, then put the knife away.