There's one other quality of the peanut that hasn't been talked about yet, and I don't know if this will be important.
I live on the outskirts of Washington D.C. I sort of grew up there because my dad worked for the government and moved us there when he came back from the war. Only moved us out to the Maryland suburbs when I was 10 or so. I and my better half still go 'downtown' very often, and now that we're retired, more than ever. Great museums, shows, zoo. We're members of FONZ (Friends of the national zoo) and we do a lot of volunteer work down there. Anyways, Washington D.C. being a federal city, there's no shortage of federal buildings. The D.C. Aquarium was in the old Department of Commerce building, and the Smithsonian Museum complex of many buildings are all under the federal guidelines. This means tight security. This means being careful about what you carry down there when we go 'downtown'.
For whatever reason, maybe it's size, or maybe it's innocent looks, or may be even it just reminds someone of their grandfather, the peanut glides right through the building security. My pocket stuff is dumped in the plastic tray, and I g through the metal detectors and the guards look at my pocket stuff and most times the peanut does not get even a second glance. When it does, it's a positive comment. Hey, I'll take any break I can get. One male security guy thought it looked very old and classy. One very attractive young lady guard picked it up and looked carefully at it, and I thought I may have a problem. No, she just said it reminded her of the little pocket knife her grandfather carried. Another thought it was "cute'. Like I said, I'll take any break I get.
New York City has gained a rep as a horrible anti knife place. Karen, my bettr half, and I take the morning commuter train up to NYC on a regular basis, to hit the Met, another museums and art galleries. Maybe take in an afternoon show, a good lunch, train back to D.C. and home that night. There are random searches on the subway, other places going in. Nobody ever says boo on the peanut. One beautiful day, Karen and I pick up some great deli sandwiches, and have an impromptu picnic in Central Park. We're sitting at a picnic table eating, and I had used my yellow peanut to open some plastic mustard packs, and slice a nice kosher dill in half to share with Karen. A mounted cop rides by and Karen, being from Texas and a horse lover, comments to him about how stunningly gorgeous his horse is. Was a pretty good looking nag. Anyways, he come over, and Karen is talking to him and he's looking at our table, and the yella 'nut is laying there in the open, and I know he saw it, but made no comment. I believe it's small size and "normal" appearance slid it under the radar. This is NYC.
They say if ya can make in New York, you can make it anywhere.
For what it's worth, just sayin' ya know?
Carl.