As a farm boy I can't remember not having a knife in my pocket.One store I worked in had employees that were obviously uncomfortable with the knife(boxcutters in the storage room weren't a problem) so I started to carry a piece of flint,sharper than the knife but shaped like an oversized silver dollar.
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