One day, a long time ago, I had been out with friends enjoying some adult beverages, when I suddenly realized that I had overindulged. I knew I had to get out of there (the bar) before I made a complete arse of myself. I knew I shouldn't (read: couldn't) drive, so I did what any self respecting 23 year old would do. I decided I would walk the 5 miles home, at midnight. Not one of my brighter decisions, but it obviously turned out okay, or you wouldn't be reading this.
Anyway, I'm about half a mile from my starting point and I realize a car is following, slowly behind me. I reach in my purse for my adorable pink Swiss Army knife (all inch and half of it) and proceed to look straight ahead, head held high, walking with confidence (and probably NOT in a straight line). I hear someone call "Miss". I walk a little faster. "Miss, please stop." I don't look, I ignore, and keep on moving. There is other traffic on the road so I know if they try something, I can make enough of a stink to get noticed and get help. "Miss, it's the police. Please stop and turn around." Crap, drunk walking.
I stop, walk back to the police car and explain that I am doing the right thing. I am not driving. They explained the dangers and offered me a ride. I tried to decline, apparently it wasn't a request.
I climbed into the back seat and told them where I lived and off we went. On the drive, one of the officers asked if I had any "weapons"? I quickly reached out my hand, pink army knife with blade extended and said "Just this."
You would have thought I had produced some Swiss Army luggage full of contraband, trying to cross some border. The officer quickly removed the knife from my hand, continued to drive me home, and never gave the knife back. I loved that knife. It was useful, cute, pink,and I have never seen one like it. Anyone know where I can get another?
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