A bottle of champagne is one of the best bargaining chips one can have in a disaster. Doors fly open and even the most harden of souls soften at the sight of bubbly, as this scene attests:
“Here I brought you a little something,” I, a proud Zone A resident, say to my friend who lives nearby.
Friend, who has tolerated me for the last four days, immediately softens and appears gleefully surprised.
“Why don’t you pop that sucker open. Meanwhile, do you mind if I use your shower – electric – phone – bed [again].”
Note to self: Restock when this mess is over.