stabman
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So you're at work and nothing much is happening right then. Time to take pictures of your knives, in this case the Benchmade Resistor and Gravitator (old school Benchmade Snody goodness 
):
Then you get done work.
Your relief is 5 minutes late so you miss the bus.
Your Oakleys fall lens first onto a pile of rocks near the bus stop.
The next bus come late, is completely full, and the guy sitting next to you falls asleep on you.
You get off the bus, and see the one to take you the rest of the way home a block and a half down the road; cool.
You step past the corner of a building, and a 300 pound moron riding his bicycle really fast on the sidewalk plows into you.
You fall back-first, and the backpack does not compress due to the hardhat the plant manager made you get for when you go inside to take a piss.
Your neck flexes all the way back, and the back of your skull hits the road.
The 300 pound moron comes to a stop with the front wheel having ran over your left calf.
A helpful girl helps you off the road, and you crawl to the corner of the building in a daze.
The moron says "Sorry!" because it is Canada, then rides off.
You call for a ride to the hospital.
They put a neck brace on you, and you sit in the waiting room for 8 hours.
It is another 2.5 hours in the back while you get a CT scan, and they give you a tetanus booster for the road scrapes on your arms.
But at least you have a knife to snap a picture of.
And that's why you should carry a knife.
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Then you get done work.
Your relief is 5 minutes late so you miss the bus.
Your Oakleys fall lens first onto a pile of rocks near the bus stop.
The next bus come late, is completely full, and the guy sitting next to you falls asleep on you.
You get off the bus, and see the one to take you the rest of the way home a block and a half down the road; cool.
You step past the corner of a building, and a 300 pound moron riding his bicycle really fast on the sidewalk plows into you.
You fall back-first, and the backpack does not compress due to the hardhat the plant manager made you get for when you go inside to take a piss.
Your neck flexes all the way back, and the back of your skull hits the road.
The 300 pound moron comes to a stop with the front wheel having ran over your left calf.
A helpful girl helps you off the road, and you crawl to the corner of the building in a daze.
The moron says "Sorry!" because it is Canada, then rides off.
You call for a ride to the hospital.
They put a neck brace on you, and you sit in the waiting room for 8 hours.
It is another 2.5 hours in the back while you get a CT scan, and they give you a tetanus booster for the road scrapes on your arms.
But at least you have a knife to snap a picture of.
And that's why you should carry a knife.
