Cork Screw

When I was a young boy, my brothers and I spent most of our summer days romping around looking for sticks to make into bows and arrows. We used whatever knives we could find to whittle them into the shapes we wanted, but the knives that were available to us weren't really great for that purpose. My father had this really nice Swiss army knife that he didn't let us use, because in his infinite wisdom he knew that we would very quickly dull the blade beyond all hope of resharpening properly.

Around this point in my life the only steady income I had was my one dollar a week of allowance money. I decided to save every one of those dollars to buy myself a nice knife, just like Dad's. About thirty weeks later I had finally saved up enough, and talked my dad into taking me to MEC. Looking at their wide array of knives, we noticed that there was the exact knife my dad had, with a big knife, a small knife, a can opener, an awl, a little saw, and a corkscrew. Right beside that model, there was a similar model with everything except the corkscrew. In it's place was a phillips screwdriver. Dad turned to me and said "Son, there will come a time in your life where you're in the middle of the forest and your GPS will break. You will NEVER be in the forest and come upon a bottle of wine that needs opening. I suggest you get the model with the screwdriver."

All my life I have have known my father to be wrong exactly twice. This time was one of them. Okay, so he wasn't wrong about never happening upon a bottle of wine in the woods, but I've never had to fix my GPS in the middle of the woods either. There definitely HAVE been times where I've had a bottle of wine, a wine glass or two, and a strong desire to drink that wine, only to find out that I don't have a corkscrew handy, but I have this GREAT little phillips screwdriver!