Cuts Like A Knife

A couple of nights ago while making dinner I noticed that I actually had to work when slicing the vegetables.  Could only mean one thing - it's time for the chef's knife to be sharpened.  Honestly, it's probably been time for a while now, but I've just now gotten around to realizing it.

Today I took it in.  I packaged it in a bag, so that I would not just be carrying this large blade around with me.  But, when carrying a large, unprotected, blade I'm carrying it by the knife handle, even if it is inside of a bag.

Do you have any idea how disconcerting it is to carry a large blade through the local mall?  The irrational side of me was quite convinced I would be stopped by security and end up at the police station for bringing a weapon onto public property.  Luckily, my memory of where the knife shop was within the mall was pretty good, and I chose the closest entrance.

I mentioned my discomfort at carrying a knife in the mall, and the fellow working the store mentioned I wasn't the first customer to feel that way.

Tomorrow afternoon I get to go through it all again, when I pick up the knife.  Although I'm hoping they at least have a sleeve on the blade for me.