Too much wine . . !


T’was a fancy restaurant we went to, the waiter not only had a stiff upper lip, but same surgeon had turned his nose up in the air too. “What will you have sir?” he smirked.

“Wine!” I said “Which one?” “Red!” “Which red one sir?” “Any wine that’s red!” I said pleasantly. “What’s with wine?” asked wife under her breath.

“Good for the heart,” I whispered and waited till stiff upper lip along with equally stiff nose marched off, then rummaged in my pocket. “You didn’t bring your wallet?” the wife asked worried. “No, I’m looking for that piece on red wine!”

“You brought it along with you?” “To show you,” I said pleasantly, realizing red wine was making me pleasant even before I drank it.

“Why didn’t you show it to me at home?” “Thought I’d show it, when I drank,” I said then managed to bring out the crumpled piece of paper, “See what it says,” I said.

“I didn’t bring my glasses,” said wife, “You read!” “I didn’t bring mine,” I said, “Waiter will you read this for madam?”

Stiff upper lip fell, upturned nose also. “I don’t read English sir!” whispered the crestfallen waiter and fled. Red wine, I noticed, made humble the proud, even before it was touched.

I marveled at its qualities. “It is good wine!” I said. “You haven’t had a sip yet!” “I can feel it” I whispered, “it’s effects are awesome!”

I sipped the wine. I continued sipping it. I sipped second glass, then the third. The wife watched unhappily, “What does the paper say about how much you should drink?” she asked as the waiter with suddenly fixed smile watched me try to read without glasses somewhat shakily from small printed page. “I can’t read,” I said finally.

“You can’t read English sir?” asked the waiter happily. “He can’t read English!” announced the waiter to his colleagues and to some Russians in the next table, who smiled sympathetically at him.

“Of course I can,” I said angrily and got up from my table. We walked out of the restaurant. I thought there was red wine on the waiter’s nose.

“How did the red wine get onto the waiter’s nose?” I asked the next day as I nursed a terrible hangover.

“A bloodied nose, through your fist!” said the wife, “Red wine good for heart, but not good for man’s temper!” “Also, not good for wallet!” I whispered as I paid lawyer, then doctor to get waiter’s nose back to stiff upper position.

“Wine produces mockers; liquor leads to brawls. Whoever is led astray by drink cannot be wise!” said the wife.

“Whoa! Whoa! Where did you get those words from?” I asked. “From Proverbs chapter 20, verse 1,” said the wife, handing me the Holy Book with a smile..!

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