Strangely enough, regardless of where I happen to be working, there always comes a time when a co-worker comes up to me and asks, well, strange question I know, but if I happen to have a corkscrew. It happened again yesterday at the office potluck. “Um, um, wait! Yes I do!” Granted, it’s an attachment to a Swiss army knife, but it sure does the trick. (Add some gum, a rubber band and Fruit Loops and you’ve got yourself a functional gun. Don’t ask me how I know.)
So, for about 15 minutes, I’m the office hero. Afterward, unfortunately, I have to explain why I carry a corkscrew with me.