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I can't get it open!

Ever buy batteries, or a toothbrush, or some earphones so encased in plastic that you couldn't open the package?   Who invented these things?   They call 'em blister packs... plastic packaging made for easy shipment, resistance to damage, and neat store display.    The thing is,  when you get the item home, you'll need a team of experts with sharp tools to extract it for your.   This is a picture of a tool designed to open "difficult to open" packaging.   And... you guessed it... it's packaged in difficult to open packaging!

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