I went to my daughter's 1st grade Christmas party at her school today, wearing my work jacket. As I was standing in line to check in, I reached into my pocket and felt something in there. Wasn't sure what it was, so I pulled it out. It was a box cutter. Being not very situationally aware, I just stood there for a few seconds staring at it, thinking about how it got there, going over the sequence of events of the past few days, trying to recall the last place I used it, etc. Then it dawned on me " oh crap, this probably isn't the time or place to have a weapon in your hand and a thousand mile stare on your face" and I quickly slipped it back in my pocket. I didnt want to look up because I was afraid that all 50-something people in the lobby were probably staring at me. Slowly my eyes drifted up and cautiously surveyed my surroundings. Nobody was looking at me, not even the cop. Phew! Sigh of relief.