ROFLMAO!!! <img src="tongue.gif" width=15 height=15 align=middle>
Excellent post, IanMUndertall!! Now I know where your name comes from! <img src="smile.gif" width=15 height=15 align=middle>
Well, the only story I have is not as glamorous as IanMUndertall's!
I number of years ago, I purchased my first Spyderco. It was the plain edged Delica, FRN. I was very excited about it since I had heard so much about Spyderco knives.
As soon as I got home, I pulled it out to show my fiance and her brother. My fiance, now my wife, said "gee, that's nice." And walked away. My brother-in-law wanted to handle it since he too had heard so much about Spyderco but had not handled one before. So, we sat down at the dinner table to compare knives.
As men, we are a proud bunch. He decided to "test" the sharpness of the blade by lightly scraping it across his arm to see if it cut off any hair. Now, knives right out of the box tend to be fairly sharp. He had just purchased a Gerber and was gloating about how sharp it was from the factory. He showed me the small patch of hair he was missing from his other arm. So, he took the blade and drew it across his arm very quickly. He left a clean shaven strip about 8" long!
He was so shocked at the sharpness of the Delica right out of the box! So anyway, on with the cutting part, I was laughing hysterically at his new look. He handed it back to me, still open. I cleaned off the blade on my jeans, (still sitting) and wanted to show him the integrated FRN clip on the tail end. WELL, wouldn't you know it, I went to pivot the blade around to show him the butt of the Delica, and it slipped out of my hand. It dropped straight down, into my lap, and landed tip first into the middle of my left thigh, right through my jeans, about 3/4" deep. I had been stabbed by my own knife, because of my own negligence...
Needless to say, we both stopped and stared for awhile. Funny how a knife injury doesn't hurt right away. In fact, it didn't start hurting until I pulled it out and started to bleed...Profusely. Just then, my wife comes walking in and sees all this blood on the floor. Boy, I had a lot of explaining to do that day...
There was one thing I was really happy about. I am glad I didn't purchase the stainless steel Delica. Lord knows if I had dropped the all steel Delica into my thigh, I'd probably be hobbling to this day!
Oh well, you live and learn. Sometimes the hard way. <img src="smile.gif" width=15 height=15 align=middle>
"Hope for the best. Be prepared for the worst. You'll never be disappointed."