Comeuppance
Fixed Blade EDC Emisssary
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I ordered a Cold Steel Eland as a bit of an impulse purchase - and because I like silly, ridiculous things. Eleven bucks net. Not bad.
For those who aren't familiar, the Eland is the big brother of the Cold Steel Kudu, a traditional strap-lock folder made with modern materials. I had a Kudu ages ago, and I gave it away. Feeling nostalgic, I had to get one of these newer, larger ones. 5.25" blade! That's sounds silly. That sounds awesome.
So, I go to pick up my mail out of my apartment mailbox and am met with a "package at the office" slip. My mailbox is pretty accommodating (You could stack three small flatrate boxes in there without issue, and still have about two whiskey glasses worth of extra space.) Confused by the seller's decision to choose such a large box for the knife, I head to the office. I pick up the DOC I had picked up off the exchange, and there's another long, brown, nondescript cardboard box addressed to me.
I pick it up and immediately yelp. Something cut me!
WHAT THE CRAP IS THAT
I walk it home, sucking the blood out of my cut, fuming a little bit while the rest of my hand freezes in the wind and snow.
Up three flights of stairs, I put a band-aid on my finger, make a small snack, put away my groceries, take out the trash, and finally pop that mother open...
I guess Amazon wants me to start getting into Tomahawks? They could have at least packaged it better, but I'll certainly remember this for a while, especially if I don't get feeling back in my fingertip.
For those who aren't familiar, the Eland is the big brother of the Cold Steel Kudu, a traditional strap-lock folder made with modern materials. I had a Kudu ages ago, and I gave it away. Feeling nostalgic, I had to get one of these newer, larger ones. 5.25" blade! That's sounds silly. That sounds awesome.
So, I go to pick up my mail out of my apartment mailbox and am met with a "package at the office" slip. My mailbox is pretty accommodating (You could stack three small flatrate boxes in there without issue, and still have about two whiskey glasses worth of extra space.) Confused by the seller's decision to choose such a large box for the knife, I head to the office. I pick up the DOC I had picked up off the exchange, and there's another long, brown, nondescript cardboard box addressed to me.
I pick it up and immediately yelp. Something cut me!
WHAT THE CRAP IS THAT
I walk it home, sucking the blood out of my cut, fuming a little bit while the rest of my hand freezes in the wind and snow.
Up three flights of stairs, I put a band-aid on my finger, make a small snack, put away my groceries, take out the trash, and finally pop that mother open...
I guess Amazon wants me to start getting into Tomahawks? They could have at least packaged it better, but I'll certainly remember this for a while, especially if I don't get feeling back in my fingertip.
