From Not Always Right: They’re All Behaving Crackers, Part 2
I am visiting a friend of mine in Napa Valley who works in a well-known tasting room when a group of women (presumably a bachelorette party) walks into the room. One of the women in the group turns to me.
Woman: “It’s so pretty here and so green, but what are all the little trees planted everywhere?”
I look around the room.
Me: “What trees?”
Woman: “All the trees in a row out there? What are they?”
Me: “You mean the vines?”
Woman: “No… those!” Points
Me: “Those are the vines. This is a vineyard. You know this is a wine-tasting room, right?”
Woman: “Duh, that’s why we’re here! No need to be so rude! Just talking about the trees, God!”
Me: “Where did you think the wine came from?”
Woman: “Don’t they just get it at the store like everyone else?”
NOT my story, although my late Wife & I have been to two vineyards in Arkansas. Wiederkehr Wine Cellar was the first and Post Winery was the second.
From Not Always Right: They’re All Behaving Crackers, Part 2
I am visiting a friend of mine in Napa Valley who works in a well-known tasting room when a group of women (presumably a bachelorette party) walks into the room. One of the women in the group turns to me.
Woman: “It’s so pretty here and so green, but what are all the little trees planted everywhere?”
I look around the room.
Me: “What trees?”
Woman: “All the trees in a row out there? What are they?”
Me: “You mean the vines?”
Woman: “No… those!” Points
Me: “Those are the vines. This is a vineyard. You know this is a wine-tasting room, right?”
Woman: “Duh, that’s why we’re here! No need to be so rude! Just talking about the trees, God!”
Me: “Where did you think the wine came from?”
Woman: “Don’t they just get it at the store like everyone else?”
NOT my story, although my late Wife & I have been to two vineyards in Arkansas. Wiederkehr Wine Cellar was the first and Post Winery was the second.