Ahight
Published by Ninth Stage May 16th, 2006 in Culture, What the ... ?.I’ll follow Alan’s example and post here.
Like Josh I had an odd moment when I miraculously produced a knife in a social setting. I was at a birthday party for a transplant from California. It was at his house where he and his girlfriend, a transplant from New York lived. A package had arrived and they were attempting to open it in the kitchen. He asked for a knife and being a helpful guy I whipped out my Emerson with a “snick” (see magic “wave” feature). “Whoa” he said “that’s kinda scary”. My old beat up 3″ Emerson in a room where at a glance I saw three or four 10″+ kitchen knives was “kinda scary.”
Well it is that evil black color with composite scales.
Now you’ll start an EBK craze, and everyone’ll dump their EBRs…
I’ve had folks wig at knives as innocuous as a CRKT Tighe Tac and a Spyderco Delica. My Emerson Commander has caused visible flinching when opened. I just flat don’t understand it…
But it’s black! That makes it more scary and deadly and you could be a ninja cuz only ninjas get black knives!! OMG!
Nice knife.
Maybe it’s a class thing. Plumber and carpenters carry tools on their person, white collar and computer workers don’t?
I don’t know, just throwing it out there.
I guess I’d qualify as a ‘white collar computer’ worker and I’ve always hada pocket knife on me.
Until recently it was this one;
http://www.knivesplus.com/smith-wesson-sw-2001b.html
but I’ve switched over to a SOG (highly recommended btw) ;
http://www.sogknives.com/fold.htm
Funny thing is, there’s a woman in my office that’s always, I mean 3-4 times a week, asking to borrow my knife to open up a package or something. And almost without fail when I pull it out of my pocket, she exclaims “ooh, that’s disturbing!”
I’ve started replying “You should probably talk to your shrink about that irrational fear.”
Either she has got to be kidding or that’s another piece of evidence for my theory that women are like cats. Just a few simple routines combined with semi-random input can lead to complex behaviors mimicking consciousness. ;)
Same problem here.
“Could you open this package?”
“Sure thing.” Out comes the (barely) NYC legal Buck Evo (with evil one hand opening)…slit, slit, and back in the pocket.
Next thing I know security is banging on my office door…because I ‘upset’ the secretary.
No, they didn’t get the knife and no, I didn’t get in trouble with the company. But yes, the secretary is now opening her packages with her teeth cuz no one will help her.
Oops. Its a Gerber, not a Buck.
It’s hoplophobia run amok.
BTW please don’t tell Tam about my little “cat” theory. I can handle it if my wife gets wind of it but I bet Tam is a better shot. Since I was able to convince my wife to marry me I think I can convince her to let me live but Tam is an unknown quantity. ;)