Why else would he be giving me weapons?
We had our school Xmas part this past Sunday, followed by a staff dinner. I don’t think nabe is a traditional Xmas meal in any part of the world, but it’s pretty tasty and everybody seemed to enjoy it.Once dinner was over it was time for the “Secret Santa” portion of the evening. I’d never taken part in one of these before (okay, not since second or third grade), so it was a new experience for me. If you’ve not done one before, how it works is that everybody involved puts their name in a bag, then each person draws a name. You are now the “Secret Santa” for the person whose name you’ve drawn and must get them a gift. We had a spending limit of ¥1,000, so it’s not like anybody was going to break the bank by participating. (I did go a bit over, but so what if i cheated? It was for a good cause. ^.^)I’d drawn the name of one of the Japanese staff, and got her a pretty nifty Japanese-style lunchbox. I’m not sure who got my name, but I do wonder what kind of person they think I am.
I got a knife.
Not a big Michael Myers style one, but a very nice looking pocket knife. I haven’t had one in a while (I think I left my switchblade with TJ before I went to Korea) and had forgotten how handy then can be. It’s a nifty gift, and one I’m happy to have gotten.
I just really want to know what thought process led to the decision to get me a knife. ^.^