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I'm working tonight, RA stuff at my dorm, and it's pretty boring until about 2a.m. My colleague and I were standing outside watching the parties and such when I decided to show her my new Tim Britton. She seemed genuinely impressed with the craftsmanship though she doesn't know or care about knives. Then a girl standing nearby asked if she could see it, and like an idiot I handed it to her, sheathed, while telling her to "be careful."
You guessed it--this was NOT a careful woman I handed my baby to! She took it out of the sheath and proceeded to test the edge by running her thumb along it (if she'd done that to my BM folder, she'd have a nice gash to learn by.) I asked her, very politely, not to do that again. She looked at me as if I were stupid and told me "it's not even that sharp." Then she turned the blade over in her hand and began lightly drumming her fingers along the sharpened edge! I couldn't grab it from her for fear she'd cut us both but good; so I told her more forcefully "Don't do that again."
Finally she gave me back the knife and I walked away with her looking at me like I was crazy.
Why did I hand my knife to that creature?
You guessed it--this was NOT a careful woman I handed my baby to! She took it out of the sheath and proceeded to test the edge by running her thumb along it (if she'd done that to my BM folder, she'd have a nice gash to learn by.) I asked her, very politely, not to do that again. She looked at me as if I were stupid and told me "it's not even that sharp." Then she turned the blade over in her hand and began lightly drumming her fingers along the sharpened edge! I couldn't grab it from her for fear she'd cut us both but good; so I told her more forcefully "Don't do that again."
Finally she gave me back the knife and I walked away with her looking at me like I was crazy.
Why did I hand my knife to that creature?