Occasionally I long for a handy man. Someone to do the tough stuff like changing the light bulb of my hard-to-reach hall fixture or dragging my queen-sized bed across the room to vacuum the carpet. Yesterday I could have used some muscles to open the draino. After 15 minutes of grunting and sweating and a raw right palm, I gave up. Having no handy man to help with the deed, I decided to return the bottle to Giant. I’d convinced myself that it was a defective cap. Not only did the fellow at the customer service desk open the bottle on his first try, he stifled a smile and tried to explain to me the procedure for operating a childproof container. What else to do but laugh at myself and return home to dump my draino down the bathroom sink.
