Too Tricky for me

 

Neither of us have had children around for a great number of years now, so there was no need for a child-proof cap.  She cranked on it until her hands were tired and arms sore, then she handed it to me.   Having seen what she just went through, I knew better than to try.  I got the pliers from the junk drawer.  “This should do it.” I announced.  It didn’t.

Not one to give up easily, I carried the small container out to the garage.  I placed it in my vice and snugged it up to a point just before crushing it.  Then I took a larger pair of pliers and tried to twist the top open.  Still nothing.

I went back into the house and called the pharmacy.  I explained to them, once again, that none of our containers should ever have child-proof lids.  The pharmacist got on the phone and told me to read the bottle again.  He said it is not the old-style child-proof system.  This was something new to the market, and I am not the first call he’s gotten.  Instead of the Push-down & Turn system, all they did was to use left-handed threads.  "Turn it the other way and it will open right up."

I did, and it did.