read this first.
i'm visiting my friend again, who's now on the west coast, so it's all new and exciting to visit a new place. but hawaii to mainland flights are scheduled at "impossible o'clock," so i get in at like 5am.
since she's super smart and loves sleep, she sends her husband to pick me up. but at some point, he needs something from the glove box.
i legitimately can't remember what it was. phone charger? maybe?
whatever it was, it doesn't matter, because sitting next to the car book thing is my knife.
again.
it's super dirty, and the one rubber "stabby grip" that was always loose is gone, but when you've known a knife like i have, you'd recognize it anywhere.
"Yeah, that's it," he says as he grabs whatever it was and then the box is closed and i'm sitting there half stunned fighting jetlag as we drive home.
i kind of want to send her a note and ask that she take my knife out and drop it in the ocean. give it to the whales to sort out. whales are smart, right? they'll do the right thing.
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