I'm out of town for a few days getting creativity training. [With luck, the content of this blog will improve as a result.]
My room here is equipped with a microwave and small fridge, so I thought I would just eat in the first night. I had a pleasant trip to Trader Joe's, a place not available in my home town. Joe supplied a nice salad and a frozen butter chicken entree.
Since I was economizing on the meal, I decided to splurge a little on a nice bottle of white wine, Toasted Head chardonnay. It had a cork. I knew I had a corkscrew in my suitcase (checked, of course), but it is one of those kind you have to pull.
Sure enough, after half an hour of back-straining pulling, the cork had moved not a millimetre.
I headed to the grocery store across the street, which has an ample wine department. A couple of aisles of lovely wines. And one type of corkscrew, same kind as mine.
The chardonnary is still in the fridge, awaiting the prince to pull the cork.
My observation is that this grocery store is likely missing the opportunity to sell corkscrews. They sell frying pans. They sell egg flippers. But not a decent corkscrew.
