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- Dec 15, 2005
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I've just come to the realization that I might be a bit obsessed. On friday the ninth I arrived at Mellville Hall airport in Dominica(a small mountainous island in the West Indies), I'm waiting patiently as they bring the luggage out on carts, trying to find my bag of clothing and research equipment. Twenty minutes later, the rest of my group has their luggage and my bag is nowhere to be found. I think to myself, it's no big deal, it'll turn up soon. I contacted the proper people and instructed them to have my bag delivered to the research station when they find it. It doesnt show up, and after multiple phone calls every day, it continues to not show up. I'm running around in the rain forest in heavy carhart pants and long sleaves, and you know what my primary concern was? Not having my knife. And of course, when you dont have a knife there's a million and one things that need cutting. I was so distraught about not having a knife, I hardly paid any attention to the fact that I've been wearing the same clothes for days. I eventually managed to borrow a machete from the staff at the station, but I did feel a little bit ridiculous having to pull that thing out to cut a bit of string. They found my bag just in time for me to pick it up on the way home, and the first thing I did was put my knife back in my pocket.
Feel free to share any of your own stories about when you realized you were a knife nut.
Feel free to share any of your own stories about when you realized you were a knife nut.