The Wining Husband

I’m stocking the wine aisle and a frantic-looking man rushes up to me.

Customer: “I need red wine!”

Me: “What kind of red would you like, sir?”

Customer: “My wife said to get the kind we always get for guests. They’re coming in an hour. Help!”

Me: “Okay, sir, and what wine do you always get for your guests?”

Customer: “Well, don’t you know?”

Me: “Why would I know that?”

Customer: “You’re working in the wine aisle; you’re paid to know these things!”

Me: “Sir, I am paid to know the difference between a Cabernet and a Merlot, not what you serve your guests at 7:00 pm on a Thursday night.”

Silence.

Customer: “I think I should call my wife.”

Me: “I think that’s an excellent idea, sir.”