Here's a tip: Never buy wine out of the bargain bin at the
supermarket. After my misadventure at the restaurant
Saturday night I brought my date back home to my apartment.
I lit a candle, put a little music on the stereo, pulled out
a bottle of wine and slipped into the bedroom to put on an
ascot and my smoking jacket.
I came back out, picked up the cork screw, you know, the
kind that looks like it has little arms and a triangular
head, and attempted to start opening the wine. It took me
about three minutes of intense concentration to figure out
that it was a screw on cap.
I tried to pass it off as a joke by asking her if she wanted
to sniff the cap. I don't think she got it.
Laugh it up,
Joe
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