So I go on vacation for a week to Myrtle Beach, we fly out and even though I know I could, I don’t. Besides if I did, the Mrs woulda killed me.
So I arrived knifeless and guess who came to visit? Hurricane Dorian with 100mph+ winds, torrential rains and tornadoes, that’s right, you heard correctly. It was Armageddon, End of Days kinda weather and me with no knife.
So I rush off to WalMart, the Mrs tried to talk me out of it, she said everyone and his brother was gonna be there buyin’ hurricane milk, bread, eggs, batteries and water.
I told her I was smarter, “...how many people did you think would be there buying socks and a knife?” I had to throw the socks in, if she thought I was only goin’ for a knife she woulda talked me out of it.
As it was she couldn’t argue the fact that no one would be there to buy socks, they’d be there for storm supplies. Knowing the storm wouldn’t be there till the next day she relented and I drive off.
Ever try to buy a knife in Myrtle Beach? It’s like a state size truck stop full of junk, mall ninja zombie apocalypse knives bought of the guy on late night tv.
Luckily wallyworld had a sport section and I was able to grab 2 normal knives. A Buck Canoe and an Elk Ridge Medium Stockman.
On the way home before we got to the airport, I stopped at the PO and mailed them home to myself and here they are. They arrived late because of the hurricane but they got here.
