My Dad told me a story of how he had his tooth chipped, by a classmate smacking the bottom of his bottle while he was drinking a soda. My brother and I thought it was cool, so we did that in unison to each other. Only problem, my brother still had his baby teeth, no harm, no foul. Me? Yup, a eensy beensy chip. It has since been sanded off.
I hated lugging all those bottles for my Mom, or Grandparents, but I miss them. We had a built in bottle opener on our kitchen cabinet. That was cool.
We use to use the car's door lock thingy to open the bottles.
