I've told this before on the Busse forum, so it is a re-run.
It was about a week after my heart surgery in 1994. I was sitting in the den in a recliner with my pajama top open. Down my chest was the red, scabby, ugly looking wound from the surgery. I also had three nasty looking puncture wounds where the drain tubes had been. My first Busse knife ever, a large Steel Heart II, had just arrived, and I was examining and fondling it.
My then 13 year old and very eary-blooming daughter walked in with a boy from the neighborhood I had never seen before, and he really loolked a little too old to be hanging out with her. She introduced him. I noticed that he kept eyeballing the knife and my chest. As they walked away, I said. "Son, you should have seen the loser."
I never saw him again.
She laughs about it today, but she was kinda aggravated about it back then.