The other day a co-worker and I were eating lunch. I wanted to cut my large sandwich in half and realized I'd neglected to pick up silverware when I ordered. So I used my Spyderco Delica to do the job.
His exact words: "Wow, look at that weapon!"
I literally looked behind me to see what he was looking at. He said, "No, I mean your knife."
I gave him my standard retort, "It's a tool, not a weapon."
He says (I swear I'm not making this up), "What would you use a knife for other than stabbing someone?"
So I listed for him the uses (other than stabbing someone) to which I had put my knife in the last couple of days. They included: Opening my mail, cutting spare threads off my coat, shaving down a stick for roasting marshmallows, cleaning my nails, cutting rope, picking a rock out of my shoe, pruning a plant in my office, scratching off a lottery ticket and CUTTING UP MY G-D SANDWICH!!!
I normally have a lot of tolerance for those who aren't as interested in knives as I am. But this got my goat. I mean, does this guy walk around cutting steak with scissors?
Sorry, I guess I just needed to vent.
His exact words: "Wow, look at that weapon!"
I literally looked behind me to see what he was looking at. He said, "No, I mean your knife."
I gave him my standard retort, "It's a tool, not a weapon."
He says (I swear I'm not making this up), "What would you use a knife for other than stabbing someone?"
So I listed for him the uses (other than stabbing someone) to which I had put my knife in the last couple of days. They included: Opening my mail, cutting spare threads off my coat, shaving down a stick for roasting marshmallows, cleaning my nails, cutting rope, picking a rock out of my shoe, pruning a plant in my office, scratching off a lottery ticket and CUTTING UP MY G-D SANDWICH!!!
I normally have a lot of tolerance for those who aren't as interested in knives as I am. But this got my goat. I mean, does this guy walk around cutting steak with scissors?
Sorry, I guess I just needed to vent.