I recently purchased a bottle of water, took a sip, and instantly felt water dribbling down my chin. After a lifetime of drinking from bottles with nary a drop, I blamed age for the mishap. Then I noticed that the young woman who had bought the same brand just after me was not just dribbling water down her chin, but virtually drowning the Yorkie in her arms. “Darn bottle,” she said. “They changed the shape to save money and now these things leak all over the place.” Our shared laughter was a relief, as I vowed to question all my other knee-jerk assumptions about age blame.