yesterday i purchased a bottle of wine strictly because a very cool looking european woman picked it up, talked at length in a language i still can't identify (not spanish, german, portuguese, french, russian, etc) to her equally dapper cohort, and then put it in her cart.
here's what she could of said:
A) this is why this is the land of freedom! i love this wine!
B) now we can get that cheap bastard back by giving him vinegar in a nice bottle. ha!