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“Did I tell you he gave me a knife?”
“What is it? Like, a machete?”
My marketing manager C.S. knew I’d been hacking my way through the jungles of Bali.
“It’s called a Bali knife. It’s cooler than a machete. It’s like half knife, half hatchet. It’s got a big thick blade and a heavy handle to balance it out.”
“How’d you get that home?” she joked.
Of course, I just put it in my suitcase and checked it on the plane. I’m sure glad I didn’t put it in my carry-on and forget I had it in there. They’d probably still have me in Bali …