Shock! Horror! (Almost)

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I reached into my pocket this morning and my Spyderco Cricket was GONE!!! It might only be a small cheap knife to some but in the short time I've had it I've grown to love that little knife. It goes everywhere with me every day. I felt lost without it. What a horrible feeling.

After some frantic searching everywhere my wife finally found it in the bed. God knows how it got there, but there it was. What a relief!

Strange thing is, as much as I like my more expensive Meerkat, I think I'd rather lose that than my Cricket. (Maybe I'm just strange.)
 
Good thing you didn't find it the hard way. Slicing into your wife's {submit delicate part here} in bed!
 
oh man, i know how you must been felt. i lost my spyderco *delica* a couple weeks ago and it was hurting loss. luckily my knive dealer had a few in stock, so i could replace it immediatly.

glad your wife found your spydie again, guess your guys had a very *sharp* night uh? :D ;)

regards, holger
 
I lost my SpyderCard once it was the cheapest of my knives but you can't imagine how happy I was when my car decided I could have it back :)
 
I have come close to loosing several knives and was very lucky to have spotted them prior to someone else getting their hands on them. I had a Mini-Socom fall out of my pocket at the pistol range once while qualifying and only realized it when I walked up the the target to score it and spotted the knife in the dirt. My full size Calypso PE slipped out my pocket an was lying on the seat of my truck once. It could have easily slipped into the seat never to be found. And I cannot tell you how many times I have thrown pants in the hamper to be washed and went looking for my carry knife only to have my wife find it still clipped to my pants pocket in the laundry.

Don't know about you, but it doesn't matter if it is a $15 Victorinox or a $350 Sebenza, I just can't stand to lose anything. It really gets to me.
 
My Wegner clip wore a hole in the lining of a 3/4 length leather coat I wore (and still wear) the hell out of every winter for a few years. One afternoon on my way to Happy Hour on the subway (NYC) it must have clipped itself to the hole because I could not find it after a few rounds in the pub (needed it for some task). I was crestfallen- had a bunch of "consolation pints" to ease my troubled mind. Imagine my relief when I put my coat on to leave & felt a familiar weight hanging from the lining... :D
 
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