Appropriate

I didn't have a bad week, really.  But it was a very busy week and one that seemed to rather drag on.  On Friday afternoon, after a full day of teaching and yet another set of after-work errands, I found myself ready for an adult beverage.  I wanted a glass of wine.  I had earned a glass of wine.  I deserved a glass of wine.  I got a glass out of the cabinet and a chilled bottle was retrieved from the fridge.  Then I pawed around in the drawer looking for my corkscrew.  And this is what I found.

 Fail.