What’s That In Your Pocket, or are you just happy to see me?
At that same gathering, my brother, his five sons and I were standing around talking.
TSA came up and we all joked about security theater.
The next topic was “Favorite knives we’ve lost to security theater.”
Turns out that all but myself have lost knives to security theater. The closest I’ve come was when I was called over because my 8 or 9 year old daughter was caught with a steak knife in her carry on.
We just tossed it. I had to explain to her that it isn’t ok to take knives through security.
This discussion lead to the “I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.” stage. In front of girlfriends and wives and everything.
So 7 guys. I lost count at over 25 knives being displayed. And I know damn well that not a one of us showed all of our knives.
I felt distinctly out classed in the knife realm. Having only a Cold Steel locking folder and a Gerber to show. I don’t think the Sig would have counted.
Nobody else was carrying. Even though bro has a permit to carry.
But as we have said in the past: the difference between a winner and a loser in a knife fight is that one of them dies at the scene, the other on the way to the hospital