My traveling companion of almost a decade 'collapsed' last night in an Aberdeen, South Dakota hotel room while dutifully attempting to slice up the oversized noodles in a paper tub of Walmart microwave lasagna (surprisingly tasty, I might add).
It had been injured in a drop last year that left it with a broken handle piece, and apparently suffered internal injuries that although weren't obvious at the time, contributed to it's ultimate demise on evening last when it's blade suddenly went limp, and flopped freely about, unable to either retract or lock when extended for service (There IS a human analogy to this situation that I shall not delve into here).
I purchased the flippy knife almost ten years ago at the Badlands Travel Center near Kadoka, South Dakota, along interstate I-90. I had just begun my part time tour bus operator semi-career of humping various charter runs throughout the region, both tourist and high school trips.
I had been in the need for a folding edged device to be able to more easily open packaged food items while out on the road on bus trips, as well as a myriad other purposes that one doesn't realize until encountered.
A floppy flippy folding knife is a sad thing, a very, very, sad thing.
Still, duty- bound, with blade flailing pitifully, but with one last duty to fulfill, the little folding knife gave it's all and spent every last ounce of it's being in this world to provide me one last hotel room supper.
Then, it was.....gone.
I cleaned it's now uselessly floppy blade of drying lasagna innards, dried it off with single-ply hotel toilet paper, then solemnly place it into the dark confines of my overnight bag to be transported home and laid to rest in a dignified manner on our/it's familiar home turf, perhaps under the shading maple tree in our back yard.
Godspeed my little flippy friend....God speed.
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