kamagong
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Three months ago I misplaced one of my most treasured knives, a BGRS that I got from Uncle Bill shortly before I graduated from college. Here's the thread I started on it.
Despite the advice from my fellow forumites to report the incident to the dealership, I hesitated to do so because a month had passed before I noticed the BGRS was gone. I didn't think I'd have much credibility after such an extended period of time, but more importantly I didn't want to accuse anybody of theft unless I had proof. So I held my tongue and lamented the loss of a good knife.
Last night I was in my parents' house looking for some books of mine. I was moving some things around when I noticed a familiar looking shape amongst my father's tools. As I got closer I quickly realized that the shape was none other than my old BGRS. As you can imagine I was ecstatic! The first thing I did was pull the knife out of its scabbard to check for damage. The BGRS was just as I had last left it, strong and sharp. The blade needed a good oiling, which it immediately received. I then returned the BGRS to its place of honor in my car, where it has faithfully resided for the past ten years or so.
When I asked my father why my knife was with his tools, he remembered that he took it out of my car when he borrowed it a while back. He's getting on in years, and had forgotten all about it. All's well that end's well though, and I'm just glad to have my khukuri back. But I'm also relieved that I never filed a complaint at the dealership, I would've hated to have placed a man's livelihood in jeopardy because of my mistake.
Here's a pic of the BGRS, now back where she belongs.
Despite the advice from my fellow forumites to report the incident to the dealership, I hesitated to do so because a month had passed before I noticed the BGRS was gone. I didn't think I'd have much credibility after such an extended period of time, but more importantly I didn't want to accuse anybody of theft unless I had proof. So I held my tongue and lamented the loss of a good knife.
Last night I was in my parents' house looking for some books of mine. I was moving some things around when I noticed a familiar looking shape amongst my father's tools. As I got closer I quickly realized that the shape was none other than my old BGRS. As you can imagine I was ecstatic! The first thing I did was pull the knife out of its scabbard to check for damage. The BGRS was just as I had last left it, strong and sharp. The blade needed a good oiling, which it immediately received. I then returned the BGRS to its place of honor in my car, where it has faithfully resided for the past ten years or so.
When I asked my father why my knife was with his tools, he remembered that he took it out of my car when he borrowed it a while back. He's getting on in years, and had forgotten all about it. All's well that end's well though, and I'm just glad to have my khukuri back. But I'm also relieved that I never filed a complaint at the dealership, I would've hated to have placed a man's livelihood in jeopardy because of my mistake.
Here's a pic of the BGRS, now back where she belongs.