A gift knife
Back in April or May of this year, I had a dream that I was at work (but not my "real life" work) in the break room, cutting up an apple with a blue-handled pocket knife.
When I woke up I decided that I should pick up a Cub Scout pocket knife from eBay. I asked Old Roommate to bid on it on my behalf, since the shipping costs would be cheaper to send it to him than to me in Australia.
When I visited him in June, I retrieved the knife, and I asked him what I owed him. He said it was a gift -- which was very nice of him.
As I've mentioned before, I collect pocket knives and small-to-medium-sized multitools. And I "rotate through" each of them for three months each, just so when my kids finally inherit my things, they'll know that the pocket knives were all "user" tools that I actually used -- rather than simply things that I collected and threw in a shoebox.
So, here's a photo from a few days ago, with the Cub Scout knife entering into its rotation:
(That's my "pocket knife" pouch, on my work pants. To the left is my -- yeah -- harmonica pouch.)
Most days at work I eat 1-3 apples; sometimes, a pear. And although I usually eat frozen veggies, sometimes I'll cut up a zucchini or broccoli or some-such, and microwave that. For all of these, I use my pocket knife -- although there are actual "kitchen knives" at work.
So: hat tip to Old Roomate. Thanks for the knife! :)