Okay, so I’m sick.  I want to drink my orange juice.  I cannot get the thing open.  Seriously.  I look around, and neither of my surgeons are available.

So….

 I walk across the hall — to the nearest, conveniently located boy — and shove my orange juice bottle at him and say, “Help!”

He grabs it and starts laughing at me as he opens it, without a problem.

His office-mate, Colleen, says, “See!  This is why we keep a guy around!”

I laugh and say, “Yeah, I knew Marines were good for something!”

(My apologies to any Marines who read my blog and are offended.   I am former Navy and Marty’s former Marine, so we tease each other all the time.)