There’s some number of us who wil become late life bachelors. Some through choice, an urge to shag the younger babes rather than that which has sustained us through the decades (don’t, not that I know but those who have done so tell me it ain’t worth it). Some who are separated involuntarily by the vicissitudes of life and death or the waywardness of women.
And some like me who end up working away from home for extended periods because that’s just the way that the cookies crumble and the opportunities occur.
And an important point to make to us all. Don’t, ever, try to save money on a cheap can opener. For the one pure and simple thing about cheap can openers is that however cheap they are they don’t open cans.
Yes, I know, we can make jokes about late life bachelors only ever eating out of cans: but that’s not quite my point. Even if one can indeed cook well, turn that organic garden into a feast, there’s still that weekend fry up that is going to be horribly ruined by attacking the baked bean can with a bread knife*. Yes, I know that they have pull ring cans: which don’t always work. And not all cans are pull ring either.
Whether bachelorhood is desired or not, whether one can cook or not, it’s still true, don’t skimp on the price of a can opener.
*Yes, I am having a ham’n'eggs’n'beans fry up tonight. How did you guess?