God help anybody planning end-of-summer outdoor festivities in England, because they may be rudely interrupted by a bunch of pissy, tipsy wasps, ready to sting everybody in sight.
There's nothing quite like sunny summer picnics—or, as I like to call them, "there's a bee on you and also your leg is asleep"-nics—but one picnic staple doesn't quite live up to the hype. THE COOLER.