Thread:LightningS9/@comment-31049256-20171225064204/@comment-28358106-20180121014320

Okay, I'm home now, so I have an awesome story to tell about what happened to me today.

There's a store about forty minutes from where I live called House of Blades. It's been there for decades, a two-story log cabin building by a lake. It's basically an adventurer's stop, like in an RPG---they sell knives, swords, flashlights and lanterns, throwing weapons, bows, backpacks, and high end camping gear.

I go there to get one of my dad's knives sharpened. When it's done I mosey around and look at stuff, because there's like a bazillion things to see.

I spot a wooden sword behind some glass with the other swords. Pretty cool, and cheap, fifteen bucks. Fun to swing around. I tell the clerk I want it.

He happily helps, and another guy goes to the back to get a non-display model. As he does so, he's fiddling with his phone. No big.

The first clerk rings me up, I wait. The second guy comes out with the wooden sword, hands it to me hilt-first, and says:

"It's dangerous to go alone.  Take this."

[https://downloads.khinsider.com/game-soundtracks/album/the-legend-of-zelda-nes/01%2520Intro.mp3 And then he plays this song from his phone. ]

It was awesome. So awesome, I may have cried a little as I left. Probably not, but I'm not sure.