Back when I was stationed in the DC area while in the Navy, I had some reason to be in my ensign’s purse looking for something, and found… a set of pinking shears.

I looked at her. She looked back at me quizzically. “Pinking shears?” I asked.

“Sure. That way if a guy flashes me, I just cut his weiner off!” She grinned.

“Okay, but… pinking shears?!”

“I just think they would hurt more.” Very big grin from her. Shudder from me.

Later on she confessed that it was a old pair her grandmother had been about to throw out and she just wanted to hold on to.

Doesn’t explain why she felt the need to carry them around in her purse, though.