August 13, 2009
Remember Lucy’s Christmas present, the crystal vial of magic cordial, that she uses to heal Edmund and more than a few talking animals after the big battle?
I have one of those.
Last Fall, during a family reunion at Zion National Park, me n Kim n the kids were hanging at Big Bend, admiring the view. A couple of young guys were there, having just finished a tough hike in the sun (or something much less strenuous, but who am I to judge?), and they had a small cooler full of beer.
But unlike the rest of the world’s beer containers, the bottles these guys were trying to open did NOT have twist-off’s. Which is really just mean of whomever gave them the beer. Or really dumb of the two guys, since obviously they didn’t have a bottle opener. Obvious because they were trying to use the edge of a bench, a rock, and one guy, his teeth.
Kim looked at me just like Aslan looked at Lucy, and said “dug, quick, your sandal.”
Which just happened to have a bottle opener in the sole. Like this:
The boy was thirsty that day, my friends. And I had been walking around for two years with a bottle opener under my feet for just this purpose. My special purpose. My never before used, why-do-I-have-this-stupid-piece-of-sharp-metal-on-the-bottom-of-my-flip-flop purpose.
It was destiny.
You know. Or whatever.