My brass folder went flying during a wedding toast in Louisville and a guy in a mint 1970s blazer saved the day
I was at my cousin's wedding in Louisville last month, carrying my grandfather's little brass pocket knife for good luck, and when I stood up to give a toast it slipped right out of my jacket and skittered across the dance floor. This older guy in a perfect mint green 1970s blazer scooped it up before anyone stepped on it and just handed it back like it was nothing, then spent 10 minutes telling me about how he collects vintage NBA warmup jackets. The knife got one tiny scratch on the handle, which honestly gives it some character now. Anyone else have a knife story where a total stranger saved the day?