Something has to be said for people with no grip.
Yesterday, on two occasions, i couldn’t open a water bottle and a 1.5 litre Coke Zero. On both times, i was so thirsty. With the water bottle i struggled and was about to get pissed at makers of cap threads that i took the knife and tried my best. I was nearly breaking to a sweat in the kitchen with it, and voila! it opened.
The second time was when i went to the Mini-Stop store in our village to buy a 1.5L Coke Zero PET bottle. I had cooked lunch and found out that i didn’t have any more Cokes in the fridge. And so i happily went to the store to buy this one item. I was so craving for Coke on ice. The tricycle driver was kind enough to wait for me. And i bought the Coke, slid into the tricycle and went home.
And so i prepared the ice. Filled my limited edition McDonald’s Coke glass with ice galore. And i stared at the Coke bottle. It totally escaped me that i had no grip. And so i tried. It didn’t even budge. I went to get a towel to add friction as i riveted the cap with my left hand. Still won’t budge. I used my shirt. It wasn’t cooperating. And i was panicking a bit because the ice was already melting. And so i tried again with my bare hands. The skin between my thumb and my index finger was red pink after several tries. And so in frustration i took the knife and tried to cut through the threading. And while i was sawing through the cap with my right hand (my left hand being sore), the bottle toppled over and i accidentally cut my left hand.
You can just imagine how pathetic that scene was. Inside my head i was saying – damn, damn, spaz! But all i could do was stare at my bleeding hand, the knife and the Coke bottle on the kitchen floor. It was unopened still.
And so i took the Coke bottle and placed it inside the fridge. And i said: “Because you are being difficult today, stay there. I don’t want to talk to you anymore!”
When dinner came, i was wanting to call Pizza Hut only to find that my wallet was not anywhere in the house. Well, it was a good thing Oliver texted me to say that i left my wallet in the van from last night. The money i had in the kitchen jar was only 200 pesos. Not enough to cover for pizza and delivery charges. I ate a green apple instead and went to sleep for a bit. Only to wake up from a really bad dream.
I cried partly out of fright because i noticed that everything was pitch black and it was almost 8 in the evening. The day was freaky.
Then again i was also glad knowing that bad dreams tend not to last. And that for all of the freaky things that Life may throw at me, i was still there. Alive. With an unopened Coke bottle in the fridge. Some people have way way less but are happy.
I am grateful. So the day wasn’t bad after all.