My "back pocket Knife " stays in this tool belt pouch. Most days that pouch, if any pouch, is on my work belt. I found the knife in the street about a hunert yearago and that's what I lend the poor unfortunate truck drivers and coworkers who are oblivious to the fact that everyday work life might, just might, call on them to cut stuff now and then. Not to mention oblivious that owning and carrying a decent knife can be liberating, desirable, interesting and fun.
I keep it "sharp" and the pivot oiled. I even use it when I have to do something that might damage one of my good knives.
Some how the yoyos, errr . . . I mean coworkers, have taken it into their head that it is up to me to know where every box knife in the place is and to find it for them when they need something to cut with. (they know better than to touch let alone move or use the box knife at my work station).
I suppose they think that because I am "the knife guy" that I must have some sixth or seventh sense that allows me to "feel the presence" of all cutlery within a one kilometer radius or some such.
I've taken it into my head to not give a crap about their box knives where abouts. That said I have taken upon my self to collect and carefully label a drawer with scads of box knife blades and razor scrapers etc. . . . in the hopes that if one day any one of the legion of box knives were to ever be located and brought back they might be fed a new blade.
Hey !
I can dream can't I ?
Yuuup. I got ask for a box knife just a day or two ago.
Since I had actually sharpened that person's knife for them I asked : "is there a knife in your pocket ?"
I don't want to know what happened to it . . .
I didn't have the belt pouch on me at the time so I suppose the person finally had to gnaw through what ever it was they wanted to cut.