Yesterday I had the taste for some chips. Or crisps, or whatever you call them wherever you live. Salty, crunchy, fatty goodness in a packet. But I wanted in particular the french fries. Or as I call them, straws.
So, I was at the bottle shop (the bottlo) and I put my bottle of wine on the counter and said to the young guy working there
Do you have any straws?
And he kind of looked flustered and went
Oh, yeah, sure
And started searching under the counter.
No, no, I said. Chips, in a pack, french fries.
Ooooh, he said, laughing in a nervous/relieved way. I thought you wanted a straw to drink your wine.
He was very polite about it though.
It hasn't come to that yet. Or rather come to that again. Because who can't remember sitting in a carpark somewhere trying to push a cork into a bottle of wine with some tool you found in the boot of the car so you could pass a bottle around.