hunger, yesterday, overtook me on the street. i stopped at a kiosk and bought a hot dog made with a hunter's sausage--a thin, tasty type of cured sausage. as i'm waiting for my dog, these two guys order beer--of course. they receive bottles.
they ask for a bottle opener and go to down on it with one free hand. they manage to get one edge pried up and the one guy says, that's good enough.
he grabs the bottle in his hand puts the cap--the metal cap--between his teeth. he then pries the lid off.
and my grandma said teeth weren't made for pliers.