Last night, I arrived home with a bottle of wine, only to be unable to find my wine tool anywhere. This is odd because I live alone, have never had anyone over, and am not the sort of person who misplaces things. But it was nowhere to be found. I tried with no success to open the wine with scissors and a knife before hitting on this brilliant solution of screwing a screw into the cork, and then using pliers to pull it out.
I’m ok with admitting this is really the smartest and most capable I have ever felt in my entire life, and I’m still kind of depressed there weren’t witnesses.
Accismus 
I was desperately looking forward to a story where you attempted the “hitting with a shoe” method and failed miserably. Instead it’s a story of success, congrats!
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This is very impressive. And it will be a good party trick.
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I will witness it for you.
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You are the smartest. Woman. Ever. When I’m in charge the cork just ends up in the bottle due to lots of stabbing. Picking cork bits from my teeth is not an ideal wine-drinking experience. I’m inspired.
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Right? That’s what I usually do, too. I will say, prying the cork out took some serious muscle work, but I had the wine to reward myself for the effort once it was done.
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Ah…where there is a will there is a way.
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