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.