An acquaintance booked an AirBnB weekend in Paris and proceeded to purchase the wine & cheese but with the owners absent, could not locate a corkscrew on the premises. Mon dieu! This reminded me of the time some years ago when I vacationed in the Poconos of Eastern Penna. The housing was rustic with cabins in dorm style for eight occupants. This area attracted many New Yorkers who were unfamiliar with the strict Penna. laws on wines and spirits. One new found friend drove 12 miles into town to purchase a case of beer in cans. This was before the advent
of the flip top can and he failed to realize he needed a punch type can opener. Panic ensued. The tool selected was the number two iron from his golf bag. He was about to peel Piels. The resultant explosion coated the bedroom walls with foam. As my old sales manager used to say "Ya gotta know the territory" - and never go out without your trusty Boy Scout penknife.
tjs
In the 1950s I remember a neighbor of ours who always called the beer can opener the "church key." Don't leave home without it.
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