Usually with Summer’s end comes an end (or at least a dwindling) of the whackos who come through the door at West Side Wine.
But this year is different. Consider the woman who came in last week and said, “I only drink white wine, but my host this evening wanted me to bring a red wine. Do you have any red wines that taste like white wine?”
Then there was the salesman who came in off the street the other day and offered me a free wall display and dispenser if I would buy some of his anti-bacterial hand soap for my customers. I politely replied that I wasn’t interested, to which he responded, “Well, God bless you. And I hope that no one in your family gets the swine flu!”
Go figure.
