Funeral wine
June 10, 2006
My old refrigerator died, and my landlord ordered his lackey to come help me clean it out. I have no idea why – I could have done it myself. I think the landlord felt guilty. Anyway, it was mostly condiments in there, some rotten fruit, and one bottle of white Australian wine.
I don’t know the grape, and I don’t know the producer. It never got drank because (a) it’s white wine yuck, and (b) it came from a funeral. Or a wake? Can’t recall.
I gave the bottle to the handyman (who I always referred to as “the monkey”) because this guy does a lot of work and is seriously underpaid. I said it was a parting gift, a “thank you” for all the labour he puts in to the building. I found out his name is Dale.
Uhm, cheers.
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