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This is just funny in a disturbing sort of way... but I thought I'd share what is probably NOT an isolated experience. I love knives... I collect them, I sell them on eBay, and I chat about them online, here. I also have a VERY conservative job with a large company... and a couple mouths to feed at home. All of these things are very important to me, and I protect them. I have a few friends at work who also carry what I consider to be modest knives. I carry a tiZDP minicyclone... and I talked a friend into the regular of the same. He had already carried various Gerbers over the years, and I managed to convert him
By the way, he doesn't take them to work, but he also likes japanese katanas etc. Anyway, he was recently at his desk when both his former boss and new boss happened by (each for different reasons). The former boss joked with him about how she would like to borrow one of his "tools" to take care of a few people in the office. He then told her, "hey, just so happens I just picked up this new Kershaw while on vacation".. he took it out, opened it and put it back in his pocket. His new boss didn't say a thing. Later the next day... the new boss pulled my friend in to a quiet corner office to chat. He told him that he wanted him to know that he wasn't freaking out or anything... but he just needed to understand the "context" around the time he pulled the knife out to show his old boss. He followed with "that's a little more than what I would call a pocket knife". I won't go into my friends response which was nothing more than you can imagine. Ultimately, we all sort of nervously joked about the incident. While our company is big, and corporate in atmosphere, it is also out in the country and it is fairly normal to see meat and jerky for sale on the bulletin board after hunting season. Also, guns and live cattle for that matter. The Leathermans alone could fill a dumpster. I guess we just wrote it off, until someone comes to collect all the our "weapons". I did, however, leave my friend a little souvenir of the incident, and a token to remind us of where we are all headed. I broke off the handle of a plastic spoon, sharpened it to a point, formed a handle out of mailroom packing tape, and added a pocket clip made out of a paper clip. It was left on his desk in an unmarked envelope. No SpeedSafe
