I lost my favorite knife and I need some commiseration, so bear with me please. Went up to the mountains to check out the snow. It was beautiful and a near-blizzard up there. We got out of the truck to get some lunch and it must have fallen out of my pocket and landed between the door and the jamb and then fallen into the parking lot when we got out.
Didn't realize it was missing until we were about to drive back down the mountain. Went back to look and see if it got buried in the snow. Nope, wasn't much snow on the ground in the busy parking lot. Damn it. Well, someone found themselves a very nice knife. The pocket clip was very grippy, not sure exactly now it worked itself loose, but it did. Oh well. Can't get it back. But it doesn't make it feel any better.
Now you get to tell me stories about when you lost your favorite knife so I don't feel like such a chump.
Didn't realize it was missing until we were about to drive back down the mountain. Went back to look and see if it got buried in the snow. Nope, wasn't much snow on the ground in the busy parking lot. Damn it. Well, someone found themselves a very nice knife. The pocket clip was very grippy, not sure exactly now it worked itself loose, but it did. Oh well. Can't get it back. But it doesn't make it feel any better.

Now you get to tell me stories about when you lost your favorite knife so I don't feel like such a chump.