Standards
Sometimes you have to lower your standards and drink Cabernet from a plastic cup.
Like when the commuter rail is delayed for the 114th time after a long, tiring day that includes a final sprint to the subway just to make a connection that doesn't exist.
So there stands the peeved wine connoisseur, sipping Cabernet from a plastic cup, one eye on the "delayed" rail board and one on the angry masses dialing their significant others to announce they will be late for dinner once again.
No swirling today. Just a little swearing.
Oh boy. Bad day, huh?
Posted by: Neil | March 11, 2008 at 08:02 AM