#9 Opening That Jar That Nobody Else Could.

The jar of jam has been passed between the people in the room, every person more confident than the last that they will be the one to finally open it. It finally reaches you, and you take it with a look of cool ease on your face. You hide the strain you feel by putting on your best poker face, whilst at the same time trying with all your might to open this Fort Knox of all jars. The satisfying pop, the sudden relaxation of the muscles. This feels good. You are now officially the strongest person in the room. You ignore protests of “I loosened it for you” and graciously take the thanks from whomever it was that was so desperate for the jar’s contents. Hercules has got nothing on me.