The other night I was out at a recently-opened restaurant, with some people I'd not met before. One had brought a nice old bottle of wine along. (Very tasty, it was.)
Cue shock(!) when it was discovered the bottle was old enough to have a cork rather than a Stelvin(tm) closure (ie. screw-top). The restaurant was apparently too modern to have a corkscrew: or at least one that was easily to hand (they were sure they had one, somewhere, though it was never actually produced).
I had a SAK ("climber") in my back pocket, so pulled the cork. One problem solved.
Now I had two new problems. (Though not so many that nobody drank the wine.)
One was horror (still not resolved) that I was "carrying a kinfe". I do. I'm told that is shocking.
The other is that someone (a different someone), picked up my knife to "test it was sharp" because they'd read about that in a newspaper article. (My fault: the knife should have been straight back in my pocket, rather than left on the table while I poured.) They opened the larger blade and "tested" it with their thumb. Then they had to ask the waitress (who still couldn't find the corkscrew) whether she could find a band-aid.
I'm told I carry a "dangerous weapon". Dangerous because if it was less sharp somehow it wouldn't be so, well, dangerous. (Even though the newspaper article which prompted the "test" said, correctly, that sharp knives are safer. I looked it up. The paper should have noted: "except for idiots".)
I should have just stared at the bottle, like everyone else, and been sad that it was impossible to open.
...Mike
Cue shock(!) when it was discovered the bottle was old enough to have a cork rather than a Stelvin(tm) closure (ie. screw-top). The restaurant was apparently too modern to have a corkscrew: or at least one that was easily to hand (they were sure they had one, somewhere, though it was never actually produced).
I had a SAK ("climber") in my back pocket, so pulled the cork. One problem solved.
Now I had two new problems. (Though not so many that nobody drank the wine.)
One was horror (still not resolved) that I was "carrying a kinfe". I do. I'm told that is shocking.
The other is that someone (a different someone), picked up my knife to "test it was sharp" because they'd read about that in a newspaper article. (My fault: the knife should have been straight back in my pocket, rather than left on the table while I poured.) They opened the larger blade and "tested" it with their thumb. Then they had to ask the waitress (who still couldn't find the corkscrew) whether she could find a band-aid.
I'm told I carry a "dangerous weapon". Dangerous because if it was less sharp somehow it wouldn't be so, well, dangerous. (Even though the newspaper article which prompted the "test" said, correctly, that sharp knives are safer. I looked it up. The paper should have noted: "except for idiots".)
I should have just stared at the bottle, like everyone else, and been sad that it was impossible to open.
...Mike