So, last night, I was casually driving and minding my own business when – in the middle of the road – I see some debris. (In)Conveniently, this debris was right in front of a stop sign. I casually dodge it, then realizing what I’d seen, throw it in park and jump out. Laying there was this knife.
Now, I’m well aware that this was probably a discarded murder weapon, but the magpie in me said: Now it’s YOUR discarded murder weapon.
And there it is. Oiled, sharpened and basking.