A woman just came in. She bought three bottles of wine! I was stoked. I thought everything was going great … I started to put the bottles in a big bag, and then: CHAOS. “Can you put this one bottle in a separate bag? It’s a gift.”
Of course my initial reaction was to panic and “run to the hills,” but I kept my cool and asked if she wanted a gift bag, which the store stocks, and which I am authorized to sell to people. But she just wanted a separate regular bag.
No worries … I took a deep breath and fulfilled her bag-related-requests like a champion. I guess you could say I gave her “piece of mind.”
Iron Maiden and wine … we’re doing this. All day, all night. “Two minutes to midnight.” “666, the number of the beast.” What else can I say?