My auntie gave me a nice bottle of wine with a wooden block lock type puzzle on it. Obviously you had to solve the puzzle before you could get to the wine. She gives me this in front of my friends and cousins and they all sat there watching me attempt to break into this puzzle for a painfully long time, getting increasingly frustrated and thirsty. I think she may have been making a comment about my drinking habits. Whatabitch.
Anyway, yeah, puzzles are okay.