Ever since my wife and I returned from Paris, we've had a heightened interest in wines. Okay, we're wine snobs. Last weekend we went to our first tasting at a local wine merchant here in Chicago, and this weekend we returned. The sommelier was a woman in her mid- to late fifties, suitably friendly and knowledgeable, and trying to keep up with the pourings for, and the questions and comments from the small group of people crowded in front of the tasting table.
A young, attractive couple came in and the sommelier seemed to be familiar with them, perhaps a family friend. The young woman placed her purse on the floor against the wall in an area somewhat behind the tasting table, and then she joined in the tasting. Very soon her cell phone, tucked in her purse, began to ring, so she went to her purse to retrieve it.
The sommelier said, "Is that your sister calling?"
The young woman answered, "No. She's in Champaign this weekend."
The sommelier gasped. "Champagne?! Oh, my! That's wonderf..."
"No," the young woman interrupted, smiling. "Champaign-Urbana. Downstate."
"Oh," grunted the sommelier, somewhat disappointed, and very embarrassed.
There was a group chuckle as everyone in the room realized and forgave the sommelier for her wine-world frame of mind.
dassall!
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