Terminal 4, JFK, the wine bar. A woman in her early sixties with an Eastern European accent approached the barkeeper.
‘How is your red wine?’ she asked ‘Full-bodied,’ he answered.
‘But is the red wine good?’ she wanted to know. ‘Is it red wine you know what I mean?’
‘Full-bodied,’ he repeated, ‘from California.’
She sighed. ‘How much?' ‘Fourteen,’ the barkeeper mumbled.
‘Put her red wine on my check,’ I said.
The lady looked at me, first with some suspicion but then she said, ‘thank you, have a safe and wonderful trip.’