When one sweats from their upper lip, that’s meaningful.
That’s where Grant was dripping from. That, and his
limp wrested hand shake led me to believe that
he cannot fully grasp my dimension. Dude
was also missing two bottles because he
first said they were broken and then
immediately said his landlord had
lost them. After delivering the
wine I apologized for holding
that stick to his neck and dude too quickly
said that’s okay and had a question for Kathy.
My wine drinking friend is a lizard of slippery proportions.
An he knows that I know this unconvincable fact.
Thank you, friend