I used to do this until I noticed that some folks stared at me with new-found fear that I may be some closet Rambo-wannabe. Especially since a tragic and highly publicized incident last year when some nutcase went amok with a parang and slashed up half a dozen people on an express bus.
These days, unless I know the people around me well, I just keep my knives sheathed and reach for my snap-off cutter. A bit sad really, but some people have their minds firmly set on knives as "weapons" and don't want to hear otherwise.
Sorry to spoil the tone of the post. I still dream of a day when we can just whip out our knives without fear.
Red
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"Praise not the day until evening has come;a sword until it is tried; ice until it has been crossed; beer until it has been drunk" - Viking proverb
[This message has been edited by redvenom (edited 03-07-2001).]