Hot guy at the wine shop

Just one of two things I f*cked up last week

If the world is a stage, my neighborhood wine shop is my most captive audience. As in — I go in there at least once a week, usually with my friend Rachel, and hold both she and the lovely man who works there captive while I make different variations of the same joke, typically regarding the alarming frequency of my visits.

I was already halfway through a bit about, I don’t know, the shop being Disneyland (the happiest place on earth) when we spotted him, perusing just beyond the $17 and under table. A kind of handsome man who you can just tell is handsome even with most of his entire face covered by a face mask and with his back partially to you. By the time we made eye contact it was too late, I was performing the joke for him, too.