Please, let me explain...
When I get home from being out and about, I am like Mr. Rogers with my knives. I take off my neck knife and pull whatever blade from my pocket and place them next to my other EDC's that are located in the top of my dresser. I then will take out my around the house knife and place in on me appropriately. Well this time I reach for my right pants pocket and I felt nothing. My blood pressure went from 120/80 to about 195/120. I just remembered that when my wife and I were shopping at Babies R Us, I had to go #2 and during the process I took my El Vaquero out of my pocket to play with. I remembered placing the knife on one of the toliet paper holders while I (well, you know...) I then forgot to put it back.
I immediately called the store and asked if someone could go to the restroom and see if my knife was still there. After being on hold for what seemed like the length of the new Lord of the Rings movie, the manager came back and said that she had it locked up in her office. She also stated that I needed to be more careful because this is a baby store. I apoligized and said that I would be there in about 15 minutes.
Well let me tell you, I was kinda scared. I almost didn't go because #1 it was a five inch blade and #2 I was stupid enough to leave it in a baby store. I wondered if the Manager freaked out and called the police or something. Well I decided to go and get it no matter what.
When I arrived, it was kinda funny. I asked for the manager and told the clerk why. When the clerk went to get the manager, the manager went to the Security office ( I was pretty close by and saw a bunch of camaras) and closed the door. I was about fifteen feet from the door and I waited about ten minutes. I started to get scared and then the clerk came over and asked me to describe the knife. I stated that it was a big knife and that it was a "Cold Steel". About three minutes later the manager walked out with my knife wrapped in paper towel and handed it to me. I stated that I was sorry and thanked her. And that was it.
I will now be more careful when I disrobe my knives in public restrooms. I realize that to the sheeple, the El Vaquero looks like a friggin sword and having it in a baby store looked like I wanted to make baby stew. I am glad that the manager didn't make a big deal of it.
sticknrun
When I get home from being out and about, I am like Mr. Rogers with my knives. I take off my neck knife and pull whatever blade from my pocket and place them next to my other EDC's that are located in the top of my dresser. I then will take out my around the house knife and place in on me appropriately. Well this time I reach for my right pants pocket and I felt nothing. My blood pressure went from 120/80 to about 195/120. I just remembered that when my wife and I were shopping at Babies R Us, I had to go #2 and during the process I took my El Vaquero out of my pocket to play with. I remembered placing the knife on one of the toliet paper holders while I (well, you know...) I then forgot to put it back.
I immediately called the store and asked if someone could go to the restroom and see if my knife was still there. After being on hold for what seemed like the length of the new Lord of the Rings movie, the manager came back and said that she had it locked up in her office. She also stated that I needed to be more careful because this is a baby store. I apoligized and said that I would be there in about 15 minutes.
Well let me tell you, I was kinda scared. I almost didn't go because #1 it was a five inch blade and #2 I was stupid enough to leave it in a baby store. I wondered if the Manager freaked out and called the police or something. Well I decided to go and get it no matter what.
When I arrived, it was kinda funny. I asked for the manager and told the clerk why. When the clerk went to get the manager, the manager went to the Security office ( I was pretty close by and saw a bunch of camaras) and closed the door. I was about fifteen feet from the door and I waited about ten minutes. I started to get scared and then the clerk came over and asked me to describe the knife. I stated that it was a big knife and that it was a "Cold Steel". About three minutes later the manager walked out with my knife wrapped in paper towel and handed it to me. I stated that I was sorry and thanked her. And that was it.
I will now be more careful when I disrobe my knives in public restrooms. I realize that to the sheeple, the El Vaquero looks like a friggin sword and having it in a baby store looked like I wanted to make baby stew. I am glad that the manager didn't make a big deal of it.
sticknrun