Last night one of the handles on my corkscrew broke JUST as I began to pull the cork from the bottle. (Who was that? I heard someone GASP audibly!)
As luck would have it, I remembered the corkscrew that I purchased at Wal-Mart in Texas last month. Cool Breeze and I bought a bottle of wine to take back to the room, and we picked up a corkscrew at the same time. I thoughtlessly packed it in my carry-on bag the next morning, and was treated to a tongue-lashing at the airport because of it. The nice man let me go with a warning. Where was I? Oh, yeah, so I dug the back-up corkscrew out of my bag and finished the job.