This morning I met up with a mate in a market town for a bit of ‘craic’ and breakfast. We met at a walkers cafe, where the rig of the day is outdoor walking gear and muddy boots. (The floor is worn Yorkshire paving stone throughout; the furniture is hard and sturdy for the use of the outdoor type). As we sat awaiting our cooked breakfast one of the waitress’ walked by struggling to untie a bundle of newspapers; out from nowhere came the flash of a blade accompanied by the words “Please, allow me” as the implement cut open the knotted plastic twine. The cutting implement that appeared from nowhere was returned to the same place, almost as fast as the gooey-eyed smile that appeared on the girls face. (He’s always been a smooth operator with the ladies, time has not changed him, or dimmed the light on his dark art). I demanded to know what the Devils implement was…
“A Leatherman” said he, laughing!
My own trusty Leatherman Wave was stowed away in my small Bergan on the floor, even if it was on my belt I couldn’t have un-clipped the leather pouch and opened the blade as fast as ‘Zorro’ did in front of me. “Show me” I said, with my hand open ready to receive it as if it were a surgeons scalpel. The mystery tool appeared in a blur from a small carry holster on his belt gunslinger-style, and placed in the palm of my hand. For the first time in my life I went Green with envy… as I whispered “What is it”!
’Zorro’ went on to explain the in’s & out’s of the Leatherman Raptor and it’s fiendishly clever points of interest; just as breakfast arrived delivered by the same rescued damsel of earlier. Placing the two large plates onto the table she said “Oh have you got one as well”, I smiled at her and said “I have now, because possession is nine-tenths of the law”, until she reached across and took the Raptor from my hand for her own examination. I tucked into my breakfast as ‘Zorro’ explained the intimate parts of the life saving tool to the gooey-eyed one, who swooned and cooed like a pigeon being made ready for flight.
My intention is to own a Raptor quite soon as the reports surrounding it are very positive, and off course I need one as a necessity for my every day function, and not just to be used as a babe magnet. Leatherman Babe? That has a ring to it… Yours Aye.
