Red Wine

Back at the compound of silence from the Christmas break. The VP left me an Xmas gift. ' Oh wow! How nice ' I thought. But alas, it was a bottle of red wine. GASP! I never touch the stuff after that rather unfortunate turn of evidents in the 80's! In fact, when the accounting dept had that luncheon a few weeks ago, said VP sat beside me. And when he went to pour me some red wine I said those exact same words. How sweet of him to remember my strong dislike of the stuff. Perhaps he wants me to use it to clobber people over the head? Oh I know! I'll use it for christening his super shiney porche. Looks like a re-- get the fuck outta dodge- gift.