H Allen Smith told the story of an old man who lived in a fishing camp an hour's walk from the nearest store that sold beer. About once a week he would walk to the store and buy a case of beer. On the way home he would get tired and thirsty and stop to rest and lighten his load. Usually by the time he got home he was carrying an empty case.
One week he forgot his bottle opener and had to walk all the way home, carrying a case of beer without being able to get a drink! Torture!
This made him good and mad. As he had nothing better to do, he spent the next week scrounging up all the bottle openers he could find. Then he walked to town with a hammer and a pocket full of nails, hanging openers on trees at strategic intervals.
After that he never got home with anything but an empty case *hic*
Living in the trailer park of sense, looking out the window at a tornado of stupidity.