The Mighty John Wayne

Was sitting here trying to act busy just now when a forelorn co-worker walked in, carrying a big coffee can in her arms.

"Can opener?" Man, she was so pitiful. Everyone up here is a coffee fiend, and when they can't get their java, they act all bureaucratic and all. I hated to tell her I didn't have one, but, I didn't. "Sorry, I..."

::sound of large bell ringing in my head::

How could I forget!? I keep a P-38 in my jumble of keys for just such emergencies! "WAIT--GIMME THAT CAN!" I bravely shouted. "I just remembered something!" I got my little hunk of steel and in a flash had the end off, saving her from a dreadful afternoon without hot caffeine.

For those who don't know, the Can Opener, Key Type is a remarkable tool--Georgia Outfitters has a whole page devoted to them in all of their various forms, as well as several cautionary tales against trying to take them on board an airplane. There's one letter from a TSA inspector who has his head screwed on right and won't confiscate them from folks who have them as keepsakes, but most of the stories show just how pernicious the CYA business has gotten.

Anyway, if you don't have one, get one and keep it handy.
posted by Terry at 1:23:00 PM