So the other day Rhino noticed my ZT0350 wouldn't reliably cut air and generously offered to make it usable. With fear and loathing I handed over my trusty pocket companion and was left naked and alone in the wilds of the building, desperately trying to make it back to my own office to re-arm.
Fast forward to the next morning as I'm nervously waiting for Rhino to amble in to work...his many knives clinking like a knight in armor in a weird Monty Python sketch deemed not good enough for the 1970's era BBC. Lo and behold, he arrived with my ZT restored to a near Star Wars light-saberesque cutting edge. I serenely split three atoms and a random passing molecule and ended up well-pleased by the restored edge. I stuffed the ZT in my front pocket where it belonged, and returned to my daily routine of oppressing the masses; armed well for whatever random insanity and personal insecurities that reared their silly heads on my day.
Thanks Rhino!
Fast forward to the next morning as I'm nervously waiting for Rhino to amble in to work...his many knives clinking like a knight in armor in a weird Monty Python sketch deemed not good enough for the 1970's era BBC. Lo and behold, he arrived with my ZT restored to a near Star Wars light-saberesque cutting edge. I serenely split three atoms and a random passing molecule and ended up well-pleased by the restored edge. I stuffed the ZT in my front pocket where it belonged, and returned to my daily routine of oppressing the masses; armed well for whatever random insanity and personal insecurities that reared their silly heads on my day.
Thanks Rhino!