I was taking my lunch break at a church taco dinner social and silent auction fund raiser the other night. A straight-backed, square-shouldered retired gent I know slit some stranded packing tape with a sharp finger of a stainless lockblade. The older ladies around never had seen him snick it open, and didn't realize why the package to be placed on the display table just slid open like magic.
"That's a handy and sharp little blade you've got there," I mentioned.
"Yeah, but it won't hold the edge that my little 'fingernail' knife in my other pocket will. And it won't do the bigger jobs like my 'seat belt' knife
here will do," he said as a
SNICK occurred in his right hand alongside his leg. I'd barely noticed that he had reached that hand past the small of his back for the Spyderco. "I don't use this 'n for everyday stuff, 'cause it's harder to sharpen." It had a fully serrated edge. Like palming a tip, he folded it one-handed, and tucked it away with enough discretion that a room packed with more than 50 or more folks never noticed it going back into its hiding spot on his waistband.
I smiled and remarked that such a knife might make a swell dissuader of nastier things than seatbelts.
He smiled back cheerfully and allowed that, while it could, he carried better tools for that sort of thing.
Mindful of the old ladies, we did
not carry the Show & Tell that far.