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This place turned me off. From the parking lot having valet (and almost no open spot for me to park) to the cold shoulder I got when I walked in, I felt very unwelcome. Instincts took me right to where I needed to go, but I got a little overwhelmed when I started to read the labels. Gin. Vodka. Brandy. It's all categorized here, which is muy helpful. But, I couldn't find the Aquavit. That's when I walked to the counter and asked. "It's in the back," I was told. For half a second, I thought he wasn't even going to show me. But, he did. He pointed, "We have 3 kinds." Then he walked off. Uhm, ok. I guess I now had a 33 and 1/3 chance of getting this right. I didn't like those odds. Nobody wants to drink shabby Aquavit.
I phoned a friend. No answer. That's when I thought to myself, "You can do this. Go with your instincts." So, I did. At the register, I asked, "Out of the 3, is this the best to get?" The man who had shown me to the back wall nodded. He was busy on the phone. The guy checking me out said, "He's our resident Aquavit expert." Uhm, ok. "So, this really is the best?" I tried to joke. "I gotta get this right," I said.
He had little to say, so he rang me up. I signed my receipt. He handed me the slip of paper and my new purchase and asked, "Is there anything else I can help you with today?"
Uhm, isn't that question suppose to come before you're rung up and given your receipt? Yeah, I thought so, too.
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