This thread can be various, generic "knife stories". I'm not sure how to categorize this one. If I leave it wide open maybe we'll get some good stories and it won't end up as a "sheeple" thread.
So, just knife stories, any kind.
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We were out and about today and stopped in to the biggest big box store. I didn't need anything so I went to Sporting Goods to check out their (always poor) knife selection.
The lighting was poor so I was standing with my hands behind my back and my eyes up close to the locked glass case checking out the pricing, etc. on the SAK's.
I suddenly hear a "Can I help you with anything sir?" and start a bit to see a young clerk with a shaved head standing right next to me.
Figuring I'll just be straight with the guy I tell him I'm just bored while my lady is shopping and was just killing time.
He continued to stand right there.
I was slightly uncomfortable about then so I ask him about what I had been trying to figure out in the poor lighting... "Are the Swiss Army Knives real?", meaning are they Victorinox.
He sniffed and said "Yes sir, everything in that case is "real". Somehow he enunciated the quotes on that word. Not wanting to take the time or energy to explain I went back to perusing the case. He stepped from one foot to my right to one foot to my left, picked up an arrow and made a show of examining it closely.
Now I just turned 60 and am starting to feel it a bit. I probably look pretty harmless and I hope reasonably honest. I had been intently looking into the locked glass case but not touching it and my hands had been clasped behind my back. It was a rare day off, I was tired, he was beginning to get on my last good nerve.
I realized I was not going to kill time comfortably there anymore but I did not want to blink first. I was not going to be the first to walk away.
So I say "I was also looking at the smaller Buck knives wondering if they were made in the USA. You know the Chinese made Bucks are 420J2 steel while the USA made ones are 420HC?"
So's he gets the deer in the headlights look and finally wanders away down the aisle and I go to track down the not-so-little woman.
So, just knife stories, any kind.
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We were out and about today and stopped in to the biggest big box store. I didn't need anything so I went to Sporting Goods to check out their (always poor) knife selection.
The lighting was poor so I was standing with my hands behind my back and my eyes up close to the locked glass case checking out the pricing, etc. on the SAK's.
I suddenly hear a "Can I help you with anything sir?" and start a bit to see a young clerk with a shaved head standing right next to me.
Figuring I'll just be straight with the guy I tell him I'm just bored while my lady is shopping and was just killing time.
He continued to stand right there.
I was slightly uncomfortable about then so I ask him about what I had been trying to figure out in the poor lighting... "Are the Swiss Army Knives real?", meaning are they Victorinox.
He sniffed and said "Yes sir, everything in that case is "real". Somehow he enunciated the quotes on that word. Not wanting to take the time or energy to explain I went back to perusing the case. He stepped from one foot to my right to one foot to my left, picked up an arrow and made a show of examining it closely.
Now I just turned 60 and am starting to feel it a bit. I probably look pretty harmless and I hope reasonably honest. I had been intently looking into the locked glass case but not touching it and my hands had been clasped behind my back. It was a rare day off, I was tired, he was beginning to get on my last good nerve.
I realized I was not going to kill time comfortably there anymore but I did not want to blink first. I was not going to be the first to walk away.
So I say "I was also looking at the smaller Buck knives wondering if they were made in the USA. You know the Chinese made Bucks are 420J2 steel while the USA made ones are 420HC?"
So's he gets the deer in the headlights look and finally wanders away down the aisle and I go to track down the not-so-little woman.