Had this guy who looked like he had only two hours of sleep the night before and downed six espresso just to stay awake. He was completely wired. Nuts, but not in a dangerous sort of way.
I guess he noticed the clip on the pocket and said, "Can I see your pocket knife?" I rolled my eyes because I generally feel kind of awkward when it comes to talking about knives, guns, etc., with people I don't know. I pulled out my REKAT Carnivour and showed it to him with the blade closed, then I put it back in my pocket.
He didn't ask to touch it. What he DID do was say, "Man, that's a big pocket knife." Then he goes on, "I got a pocket knife too, a Kershaw. I'll bring it in and show you next time. I'm gonna cut you up with it." I rolled my eyes and rubbed my forehead with one of my hands, feeling the awkwardness of the situation increasing. He then tried to recover, "Well, it's this small." and made out about 4 inches between his fingers indicating its relative size. I shook my head. He rambled on a bit, but I had ignored him by then.
What I REALLY wanted to do when he said, "I'm gonna cut you up." was to snap my the blade open. I think he'd get a kick out of just how fast the Carnivour can be deployed if necessary. Ah well, mama raised me to be polite, but the term "MORON" did cross my mind.
[This message has been edited by SB (edited 30 October 1999).]