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From my wife...
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This story is about my knife. Let me start with some background. I own a little red Spyderco Ladybug. My husband, Mark J., gave it to me as an anniversary gift (along with a diamond bracelet
) and I love it! Well, I wasnt too sure at first. Mark was the knife collector and I just accepted that as part of him. Then one day he gave me this knife. So, I put it on my key chain and the longer I had it, the more I used it. During our recent move from Washington State to Maryland, it was an essential tool.
A few weeks had passed since we moved, and now it was my daughters big day. She was graduating from kindergarten and the urgent plea went out for parents to help with cleaning up after the party. I am very new to the school, but I decided to volunteer anyway who knows maybe Id get to know some of the parents better in the process, or even make a friend.
So the party is fun and afterwards I start to help by taking down the balloons. The decision is made to pop the balloons and dump them in the garbage. Of course, no one has anything sharp to pop the balloons with. One mom even tried popping them with her keys (rather unsuccessfully), flailing away at it like a chicken pecking grain. Then I remember my knife my little red Spyderco and I say, Hey, Ive got my knife here. I can pop them. Then the mom trying to pop them with her keys actually had the nerve to say, A KINDERGARTEN PARENT WITH A KNIFE! I DONT EVEN WANT TO KNOW! I JUST DONT WANT TO KNOW! Then I softly said, Its just a tool. I use it all the time to open things for myself or my kids. You know, I shouldnt have wasted my breath. She didnt even listen to my reply -- she had no interest in hearing my side of the story or giving me the time of day after that. I was dog meat to her because I chose to carry a knife with a blade 2 inches long. Well, I took my knife and popped all the balloons and then dumped them in the garbage. Then I just left and went home.
I did help out at my daughters graduation. I did help on her special day and was glad to do that for her but as for getting to know the parents better and maybe even making a friend in this strange, new land. Nada! I came home and cried on my husbands shoulder and told him the story. I told him that this other mom wouldnt even listen to me. You know, its just a tool. Can you relate to my story?
Ruth J.
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This story is about my knife. Let me start with some background. I own a little red Spyderco Ladybug. My husband, Mark J., gave it to me as an anniversary gift (along with a diamond bracelet
A few weeks had passed since we moved, and now it was my daughters big day. She was graduating from kindergarten and the urgent plea went out for parents to help with cleaning up after the party. I am very new to the school, but I decided to volunteer anyway who knows maybe Id get to know some of the parents better in the process, or even make a friend.
So the party is fun and afterwards I start to help by taking down the balloons. The decision is made to pop the balloons and dump them in the garbage. Of course, no one has anything sharp to pop the balloons with. One mom even tried popping them with her keys (rather unsuccessfully), flailing away at it like a chicken pecking grain. Then I remember my knife my little red Spyderco and I say, Hey, Ive got my knife here. I can pop them. Then the mom trying to pop them with her keys actually had the nerve to say, A KINDERGARTEN PARENT WITH A KNIFE! I DONT EVEN WANT TO KNOW! I JUST DONT WANT TO KNOW! Then I softly said, Its just a tool. I use it all the time to open things for myself or my kids. You know, I shouldnt have wasted my breath. She didnt even listen to my reply -- she had no interest in hearing my side of the story or giving me the time of day after that. I was dog meat to her because I chose to carry a knife with a blade 2 inches long. Well, I took my knife and popped all the balloons and then dumped them in the garbage. Then I just left and went home.
I did help out at my daughters graduation. I did help on her special day and was glad to do that for her but as for getting to know the parents better and maybe even making a friend in this strange, new land. Nada! I came home and cried on my husbands shoulder and told him the story. I told him that this other mom wouldnt even listen to me. You know, its just a tool. Can you relate to my story?
Ruth J.