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I am the only truly civilized person in my office. While everyone else has been reduced to savagery by the social convention of not carrying knives anymore I serenely slice my way through heavy paper envelopes, stout packing straps, indestructable plastic food containers and even the foil lined coffee pouches that never seem to tear where they are supposed to.
Poor dears, they tear at packages with blunt nails and rip at them with their teeth. Fruit is devoured in chunks by gnawing while I get to eat my apples in neat quarters with the core sliced out. Let them jeer at me and ask who my next victim will be when they see my pocket knife. I certainly won't lend it to them when they come crawling. Last time I did that the barbarian begain scraping out the concrete trough where the bottom of the rolling door meets the ground at the mini-warehouse! I was paralized and rendered momentarily speechless before I got my knife back! That's o.k. because soon they will start retreating back to the trees, having forgotten how to use even the most basic of rudimentary tools. I'll just watch them and build a fire, using a knife to make shavings from kindling and to strike a spark with flint on the hardened blade. They'll "ooh" and "ah" at me as I skin some critter and build a shelter with brush and small trees. I'm half afraid they might throw food and sticks at me, but they've forgotten that sticks can be a tool or weapon!
I've submitted this half in jest, but I am constantly amazed at the number of people who don't even carry little pocket knives anymore for everyday chores. I know everyone is paranoid about being "caught" with a "weapon" but when does someone draw the line? A pocket knife is one of the most useful things a man or woman can have with them! I hate feeling like I'm some kind of crazy axe murderer just because I carry a small edged tool and frankly the O.J. jokes are starting to wear a little thin. Am I right? O.K., rant off for now!
Poor dears, they tear at packages with blunt nails and rip at them with their teeth. Fruit is devoured in chunks by gnawing while I get to eat my apples in neat quarters with the core sliced out. Let them jeer at me and ask who my next victim will be when they see my pocket knife. I certainly won't lend it to them when they come crawling. Last time I did that the barbarian begain scraping out the concrete trough where the bottom of the rolling door meets the ground at the mini-warehouse! I was paralized and rendered momentarily speechless before I got my knife back! That's o.k. because soon they will start retreating back to the trees, having forgotten how to use even the most basic of rudimentary tools. I'll just watch them and build a fire, using a knife to make shavings from kindling and to strike a spark with flint on the hardened blade. They'll "ooh" and "ah" at me as I skin some critter and build a shelter with brush and small trees. I'm half afraid they might throw food and sticks at me, but they've forgotten that sticks can be a tool or weapon!
I've submitted this half in jest, but I am constantly amazed at the number of people who don't even carry little pocket knives anymore for everyday chores. I know everyone is paranoid about being "caught" with a "weapon" but when does someone draw the line? A pocket knife is one of the most useful things a man or woman can have with them! I hate feeling like I'm some kind of crazy axe murderer just because I carry a small edged tool and frankly the O.J. jokes are starting to wear a little thin. Am I right? O.K., rant off for now!
