They’re All Behaving Crackers, Part 2

I am visiting a friend of mine in Napa Valley who works in a well-known tasting room when a group of women (presumably a bachelorette party) walks into the room. One of the women in the group turns to me.

Woman: “It’s so pretty here and so green, but what are all the little trees planted everywhere?”

I look around the room.

Me: “What trees?”

Woman: “All the trees in a row out there? What are they?”

Me: “You mean the vines?”

Woman: “No… those!” *Points*

Me: “Those are the vines. This is a vineyard. You know this is a wine-tasting room, right?”

Woman: “Duh, that’s why we’re here! No need to be so rude! Just talking about the trees, God!”

Me: “Where did you think the wine came from?”

Woman: “Don’t they just get it at the store like everyone else?”

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