I did both today—a run early (but not early enough) and then a walk at lunchtime. I had to get to the register of deeds for something. Since it was a beautiful day, I walked (but in hindsight, maybe the bike would have the right call.
A few weeks ago, the last time I went to the deed office, I had the presence of mind to leave a pocket knife in my bag back at the house.
I was clever this time too, but the x-ray tech must have been going for a promotion because she noticed the vintage Swiss Army Knife I forgot.
Faced with a 25-minute walk back and feeling like I’d pushed my luck walking in the first place, I went outside and looked around.
Found an out-of-the-way landscaping bed, dumped the knife, scattered a few leaves over it, and went back in and took care of business.
I came back out, and it was there.
I’d recently found this while cleaning out my parents’ house. They’re great little knives with no “tacticool” presence. I picked up titanium scales to give it a refresh—it’s got to be 30 or more years old.