I have had this sitting in my post queue for a week. Long week. My arm is getting better, I think, but it’s still swollen. When do I panic? I think I will give it until Wednesday. The antibiotics are still killing me. Or the infection is. One of them.
But back to Bacchus. This is my favorite shopping story ever. Do you have favorite shopping stories? Share!
I used to love shopping for gifts. Finding something different and special was my thing. Sometimes it worked, sometimes it flopped. These lovely sherry glasses were my choice for an anniversary gift for my parents one summer and I found them while I was packing upstairs. And I’m going to keep them.
My parents liked the occasional glass of sherry and as it happened, I had recently read a book about a family in Spain who made sherry so I knew a little about it. I went to the liquor store and discussed the options with the knowledgeable salesman, made my choices and took two bottles of sherry up to the register.
I paid with a check. I used my driver’s license for identification. I took my two bottles of sherry and went out to the car…
…where I started laughing hysterically. “I’m only seventeen,” I said to myself. I don’t think I ever went back to that liquor store.
You can see why I don’t write creative pieces….