Meat on a Stick and Flying Knives

We went to the fair tonight with the family and some friends. We had a pretty good time; anyplace I can spend a pile of money on junk food can't be all bad.

As we were getting ready to leave, I heard something *clank* off the top of a ride and land in the dirt. When I look, I see a folding knife, opened, laying in the dust. This blade had apparently come out of some idiot's pocket on a nearby thrill ride, flown through the air about forty feet, bounced off the roof of the funhouse, and landed on the midway. Somewhere in the process it opened. I feel pretty lucky that no one was hurt. A carnie picked up the blade and left, no doubt to add it to his collection.

Did I mention that while I had a good time, carnivals make me nervous?