Not a Vlasic
Last week I purchased a knife to clear out some bushes around the house. This morning I went to work on the two worst offenders, so I had my new toy hanging in a scabbard off of my belt. My twelve year old noticed the scabbard and asked me what I was wearing.
“A big ole knife,” I answered.
She squinted her eyes and asked, “A pickle knife?”
I chuckled as I pulled it from the scabbard to show her. “No, a big ole knife. It’s called a kukri. These are the favorite knife of these warriors from Nepal called Gurkhas.”
At that, my wife laughed and chimed in, “Gurkhas or gherkins? Maybe it is a pickle knife!”
Entry filed under: Humor.