The zinfandel abomination...
So, having one of those rare instances last night of being in possession of both time and money, I decided to go bug Randy to procure alcohol for me for my party (still two weeks away but I had time then so I figured why not). I was going to drive him but an old friend of his called him who had just gotten back in town after being away from Pensacola for two years, so we wait for her to show up and we all go in her SUV since my metro doesn't like having more than two passengers. We get to the store closest to Randy's house and the actual store is closed and all that's opened is the drive-thru.
Were I driving I would have just gone somewhere else, but I didn't want to be rude and bother Randy's friend to go somewhere else so I just went along with the idea of going through the drive-thru. So we pull up to the window and Randy attempts to order what I'd asked for, only, this whole situation being rather rushed and confused, I hadn't given him all of the details and he didn't remember a lot of what I had told him. So we have this terrible situation of Randy sitting there trying to order the liquor, not knowing what I want, and thus just waffling and irritating the woman working there. Eventually he has the rather clever idea of asking me for "advice" on what "he" should get, and so we have this ridiculously transparent exchange that goes something along these lines:
Pissed off employee woman: "Umm...okay what sizes do you want?"
Randy: "Ummm....err...*looks over at me* What do you think I should get?"
Me: "Well...um....what's that size that's smaller than a liter?"
Randy's friend: "A fifth?"
Me: "Er, sure, yeah, you should probably get that size...in my opinion."
Randy: "Okay...Everything in a fifth."
Pissed of employee woman: "Is that everything?"
Randy: "..."
Me: "...Yeah."
Randy: "Yeah."
*Woman walks off*
Me: "Oh, hey, I also really wanted to get a bottle of wine, could you ask if they have a good table wine or a pinot noir?"
*Randy and everyone else in the car say ask something along the lines of "what are you talking about?" and "why would you want wine? drink beer!"*
Pissed off employee woman: "Okay that will be fifty f--"
Randy "Hey, uh, could I get some wine too?"
*Pissed off employee woman kind of stares blankly*
Me *whispering and still attempting to be discrete for some reason*: "Just ask for whatever is the best table wine."
*Randy says something I couldn't hear*
*Woman walks off*
*Woman comes back with large bottle of wine*
Pissed off employee woman: "That good?"
Randy: "Sure."
Me: "Um..."
At the time I figured since it didn't come in a box or a jug it would probably be safe, but after inspecting it I discovered it to be a pale red zinfandel that's very sweet, meant to be drank cold, and was described (in one of the very few positive remarks I found about it) as very "chuggable."
...Yeah...not quite the chianti or pinot noir I was hoping for. However, I haven't actually tasted it yet, and if nothing else it was all incredibly amusing in its stupidity.
Were I driving I would have just gone somewhere else, but I didn't want to be rude and bother Randy's friend to go somewhere else so I just went along with the idea of going through the drive-thru. So we pull up to the window and Randy attempts to order what I'd asked for, only, this whole situation being rather rushed and confused, I hadn't given him all of the details and he didn't remember a lot of what I had told him. So we have this terrible situation of Randy sitting there trying to order the liquor, not knowing what I want, and thus just waffling and irritating the woman working there. Eventually he has the rather clever idea of asking me for "advice" on what "he" should get, and so we have this ridiculously transparent exchange that goes something along these lines:
Pissed off employee woman: "Umm...okay what sizes do you want?"
Randy: "Ummm....err...*looks over at me* What do you think I should get?"
Me: "Well...um....what's that size that's smaller than a liter?"
Randy's friend: "A fifth?"
Me: "Er, sure, yeah, you should probably get that size...in my opinion."
Randy: "Okay...Everything in a fifth."
Pissed of employee woman: "Is that everything?"
Randy: "..."
Me: "...Yeah."
Randy: "Yeah."
*Woman walks off*
Me: "Oh, hey, I also really wanted to get a bottle of wine, could you ask if they have a good table wine or a pinot noir?"
*Randy and everyone else in the car say ask something along the lines of "what are you talking about?" and "why would you want wine? drink beer!"*
Pissed off employee woman: "Okay that will be fifty f--"
Randy "Hey, uh, could I get some wine too?"
*Pissed off employee woman kind of stares blankly*
Me *whispering and still attempting to be discrete for some reason*: "Just ask for whatever is the best table wine."
*Randy says something I couldn't hear*
*Woman walks off*
*Woman comes back with large bottle of wine*
Pissed off employee woman: "That good?"
Randy: "Sure."
Me: "Um..."
At the time I figured since it didn't come in a box or a jug it would probably be safe, but after inspecting it I discovered it to be a pale red zinfandel that's very sweet, meant to be drank cold, and was described (in one of the very few positive remarks I found about it) as very "chuggable."
...Yeah...not quite the chianti or pinot noir I was hoping for. However, I haven't actually tasted it yet, and if nothing else it was all incredibly amusing in its stupidity.