Life’s Too Short to Drink Bad Wine

Tired and wishing for a vacation, I asked the liquor store guy if any wines were available in half-bottle size.  They should be available in 6-packs, like beer.  Yes, you’re welcome for my suggestions.

I started reading labels.  “Crafted with over 50 years of winemaking tradition…enjoy its rich aromas of black fruit when grilling meats or serving pizza.”

Serving pizza?  Delightfully down-to-earth advertising.  I brushed off the thin layer of dust.  Yep, I missed the clear warning signs.

Placing the brown paper bag in with my DVDs, I looked forward to a relaxing evening.  I lit candles, brought down some glasses and opened the bottle.  Pffft!  Ack!  People are actually selling this?  In bottles?  Hopefully it’s a front for a money laundering scheme.

It should be dumped immediately, but I hate to waste food.  Wine is a food group isn’t it?

Out to the back alley.  Someone was already watching me place the bottle next to the recycling bins.  “Are you getting rid of that?”  He could scarcely contain his excitement.

“You can have it, if you want.”

“It’s almost full!”  He slowly reached out his hand, expecting me to…change my mind?

“I have to warn you that it’s not very good.  Not actually drinkable, in fact.”

He looked at me like I was an alien then started to chuckle.  “I’m made of tougher stuff.”  That did look like the truth.

“Okay, well, cheers!”

“Thank you,” he hesitated.  “I’m going to watch the sunset.”  He lingered as the meaning of his words registered.  It meant forfeiting his place in line at the shelters.

“Hang on.”  I went back inside and returned with a wine glass and a cheese biscuit.  “Enjoy the sunset.”  He smiled and didn’t need to say anything else.

Back in the candlelit room I didn’t need anything else either.

 

 

 

19 thoughts on “Life’s Too Short to Drink Bad Wine

  1. At least you (or your protagonist…not sure if this was autobiographical) pretty much knew what you were getting into with the dusty bottle of wine, so your expectations must have been reasonable going into that purchase. That must have been some exquisitely terrible wine if it still wasn’t drinkable.

    My wife & I once had a guest (a very nice couple I’ve known for many years) bring an extra-large bottle of wine with the caveat that they opted for quantity over quality. Honesty being the best policy, of course. We suffered through one glass each and, immediately after they departed, the remainder went down the drain. It wasn’t even worth freezing into cubes for a future recipe.

    Let’s spend the rest of the day thinking about some of the best wine we’ve ever had. Ahhhh!

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    1. You’re right, Rich! The dust, the pizza suggestion and price point all managed my expectations. It was exquisitely terrible! Beautifully stated, by the way. Have you delved into songwriting at any point?

      I hope your friends know how much you love them to drink a whole glass each! I understand your predicament — I considered mixing it into a sangria or spritzer and decided it would damage perfectly good fruit and/or sparkling water.

      Ahhh…the best wine we’ve ever had…. Lovely thoughts for a lovely day :).

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  2. How good or bad is a wine? It’s a matter of perspective … especially to this question: As compared to what? A more important question is about drinkability … After all, just because one doesn’t buy it doesn’t mean the same person won’t drink it. BTW …. several labels have a four pack.

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    1. Those are good points about perspective and drinkability, Frank! I’ll look for four packs. There may have been limited selection at this particular liquor store. Thanks, Frank :).

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  3. I was going to suggest putting it into a stew but did see comment about ruining fruit. I would hate to ruin all that goes into stew. The way you had the homeless man get to have wine, cheese biscuit and a sunset was such a thoughtful gesture, Danica. 🙂

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    1. You know, I wonder whether cooking it would improve the taste. Maybe worth a try. Homelessness is so brutally cold that a few moments of respite can be quite meaningful. I hope that he enjoyed those moments. Thanks, Robin.

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