Reason #876 why I'm glad I don't work in a wine store.....

[alan_weinberg]

@Glenn L e v i n e

I have had patients in a hospital bed hold up their index finger to me while on their cell phone!

better than their middle finger.
alan

[Ken_V]

@Glenn L e v i n e

I have had patients in a hospital bed hold up their index finger to me while on their cell phone!

You should act like you understand exactly what they mean, then put on a rubber glove and start to turn the patient over. That would get their attention.

[dteng]

@alan weinberg

@Glenn L e v i n e

I have had patients in a hospital bed hold up their index finger to me while on their cell phone!

better than their middle finger.
alan

With a cell phone to the ear, the two fingers have the same interpretation.

[dteng]

@K V a s t o l a

@Glenn L e v i n e

I have had patients in a hospital bed hold up their index finger to me while on their cell phone!

You should act like you understand exactly what they mean, then put on a rubber glove and start to turn the patient over. That would get their attention.

[Glenn_L_e_v_i_n_e]

@dteng

@alan weinberg

@Glenn L e v i n e

I have had patients in a hospital bed hold up their index finger to me while on their cell phone!

better than their middle finger.
alan

With a cell phone to the ear, the two fingers have the same interpretation.

My interpretation as well Dan.

[Howard_Cooper]

Mouton Cadet

@David Strange

Evening all,

When I worked in a rather spiffy London wine merchant I got asked many asinine things but one oft-asked question was so totally depressing that it always made my already worrying mood plummet to horrific depths:

Customer: “I have to buy a present for a wine loving friend of mine. I want a famous Bordeaux name that he’ll have heard of and be impressed by and I want to spend less than £7 (~$11).”

Given I am a straight-talking Englishman and I despise miserly cheeseparers about as much as I loath the unspeakably vile filth that is cheap Claret I am still amazed that the air in that shop was not constantly blue due to me spewing the profanity-laced invective these people clearly deserved.

Knowing that I would not have to put up with such clodpoles any more made the inevitable suicide attempt followed by the boss visiting me in the loony bin to tell me I didn’t have a job to come back to much less disagreeable.

Cheers,
David.