Went food shopping at Andronico's last night and noticed a single bottle of 1990 veuve cliquot 'le grande dame' rose in their wine vault. Had to have it. When I went to check out, the checkstand babe (a decent looking blonde) took the usual polite but disinterested customer service attitude.. until she swiped the bottle of champage and saw my total go from $75 to $275.
All of a sudden she was gushingly friendly and very interested in me and my wine. It was near closing time and no other customers were around, so we chatted for a few minutes and I ended up with her phone # on my recipt.
So now I have a cheap.. but reasonably attractive.. whore whose throat I will be busting a nut down within a day or two.. and who I will only call again if I want a booty call.
What more quality could you ask for?
And no, I won't be sharing the $200 bottle of champers with her to get in her pants. When I go over I'll spend $12 on a bottle of Cava, take the price tag off, and have the dumb ho oohing and aahing over this rare, exotic spanish champagne.
Should be a fun night out
