Found this here. For some reason it reminded me of my first date with an old girlfriend. I picked her up in my car, and she noticed a hatchet in the front seat. I won't go into why I had a hatchet in the front seat of the car (something to do with work), but more important is why I didn't move it somewhere else (I'm an idiot.)
Of course, she asked why I had a hatchet in the front seat of the car, and of course being a smartass I said something about bringing one on all my first dates. At the time I thought I was being funny, but looking back it was probably pretty creepy. Not creepy enough that it stopped her from seeing me again, though. That either says something about my charisma and charm, or her questionable taste in men.
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